Plaster

I'm spending my time writing about the days that I've survived
All the times that I have failed and how hard I've tried
These days are so fucking long
The hands on the clock move faster and faster
My hands are cracked
And covered in plaster

Nine to five just trying to thrive
I am killing myself one day at a time

The drink in my cup flows from the vine
That grows through my throat and into the sky
Ask me about the clouds in my mind
I'll tell you not to worry, I'm doing just find