Disassemble

Oh, shake me down;
I'm the son of a never-ending doubt.
Love, please hang around,
Because I'm the kind of wreck you read about and I'm sinking now.

I'm finding new ways to burn,
Disassemble,
Disappear like a half-woke dream.
These days I barely remind or resemble the friend you knew in me.

It's getting harder to breathe.

Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is safe.
Every minute's an honest mistake.

I'm nailing myself to the plans that we make,
And the days pass us by while we wait.

Don't wait.