Mortality Rate - Plaster

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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
My hands are cracked and covered in plaster