Slack

I've got slack where I don't want it
I hear the angels snickering inside my head
Extravagance
Pure excess
I can destroy the little good that you find left

And it goes on and on, a weak mind won't rest

Thoughts placate yet still sense detest
When you catch an unexpected glance of your silhouette
It goes on and on, can't get no rest
Can't see at all without seeing red
I'll sink myself so quick you won't catch it

You've always got to hold on to something
I wish so bad I could do this calmly
When all you are is all you won't be now
Can't fit, can't make believe
You'd stand the sight of me

You've always got to hold on to something
I'd cut my tongue out if I thought it'd help me
When all you are is all you won't be now

I've got slack where I once lost it
Still breaking bread with all the demons I can't quit
Old ghosts/new friends
All loss/no win
I still lie and say I've made my peace with it