(set to "sparks" by coldplay)

there are keys for all of the locks
but, honestly, i'm too tired to figure out which lock gets me out of this box
because there's only one

all of the other locks
they just fall off the ceiling
or the wall
and onto the floor

if you're lucky, it'll already be on the floor
so you won't get the thud that comes along with the lock dropping
onto the ground
you know,
the thud that scares the shit out of you
because you weren't expecting it

the shit that scares you so much
that you start laughing because
it's so fucking insane that this is happening
but also because
you know nothing matters anymore
because nothing can help you

so you at least find joy in your own downfall
in your own recluse
a sovereign state
designed for disposability

where everyone in conversation
is waiting to disconnect
and turn into a monologue
after they all go home

they say it's okay
but you know it's not
you are always the problem
you will always be

you can't escape it
it's coming for you
it will end you
it already has you

jesus had it easy
they just crucified him
he had no recollections to deal with anymore
he was freed from this world
except the people around him
now they had to deal with the emotional aftermath of a bloody lamb
that was selfish of him

the ultimate peace
the ultimate escape
no pain
no insanity
no confusion
no misunderstandings
no direction to follow
so you fit into the picture

you're a burden to everyone around you
life was less work until you came along
less cleaning to do
less complaints and ranting to listen to
less problem solving, while i had my own fucking life to deal with
id have way more fucking time without you here

there's a park bench waiting for you
in a park,
filled with white fog
there is nothing
but the bench
and the faint painted ceiling of tree branches and leaves
barely visible
but just enough to notice
that you're enclosed
and away from it all
nothing will ever affect you
ever again