THE ART OF LOSING EVERYTHING

I lace my shoes just to run away
I learned these moves dancing 'round the pain
Cause I heard
If you ignore it, it goes away
God, it's so boring being sad again
And it hurts
When they say it gets better with time
Well that's fine
But time ain't quite on my side
So if I asked for a sign, would it have 8 sides
And be red, with just four letters in white
Stop
Tried and true
If there's a way to fuck it up, you know for sure I'll find it
Wish I knew
A way to trade in my dumb luck for just some peace of mind, and
I face my fears just to let them win
Wait by the door just to let them in
Well, hello
I greet the darkness as my old friend
A broken heart that don't wanna mend
I tell those
When they say it gets better with time
Well that's fine
But time ain't been a friend in this life
So if I asked for a sign, would it have 8 sides
And be red, with just four letters in white
Stop
Tried and true
If there's a way to fuck it up, you know for sure I'll find it
Wish I knew
A way to trade in my dumb luck for just some peace of mind, and
Born to lose
I'll find a way to fuck it up, ignore the ways around it
Forced to choose
I'd do it all over again, leave it the way I found it
I chase these ghosts I've know all my days
My oldest friends, and my enemies
And I know
I keep them close cause they know my pain
What breaks me makes me feel whole again