I Woke Up On My Keybored

I fell asleep on my key bored
We're trying to drink from coffee stains
Lost in the dark at 4am
But I have not let go of those"golden" dreams
And I've put on an auction for all of my flaws
To be housed by another unlucky host
I'm feeling every feeling
I promised myself I would never feel
No matter what they did
And I pray for a stronger grip
On reality, on my sanity
I am breaking my own heart this time
Only they are holding the knife
I am keeping my head above water
With what is my life line
But my reception is poor
And voices feel so far away
She shoved words in to the back of my throat
That I dare never say
My heart pounds in my chest
The combination of swallowing tears
And spinning chairs is enough to make me sick
But we have learned how to make everything look ok
Slip on decorated masks
And breath normally