The Spread I

My failures, my successes, They crush me, they fuck me, they love me, they can’t get enough of me, until they’ve had enough of me, and they feel like a thousand waking limbs, biting me, raping me, breaking me, I see where they’re taking me. To the tallest ledge, at the edge of where I’ve hedged my bets, ever pledge anything to your demons, they always come back to check if it’s ready yet.