Angel on the Devil’s shoulder

Digging through the dark for a happy memory,

Just to get a hit, something temporary.

A shot of dopamine in my cup,

One good thought to help me wake up.

Every breath feels like a chore,

Dragging hope like a rusted anchor.

I reach for peace, but close the door,

A little relief, but i could use more

I whisper all my self-doubt under my breath,

Devil's in the driver’s seat, laughing to death.

Angel’s on the dash with a busted wing,

Tried to speak up, but we cut her strings.

Now I'm riding shotgun in my own head,

Praying for silence, but screaming instead.

I pray in silence ‘cause I lost the words,

Echoes in my skull that no one’s heard.

A pretty poison running underneath my skin,

A small piece of paradise, it's paper thin.

When the rush is over and out,

I'm left with the quiet and the comedown doubt.

Every smile feels stolen,

Every light, too dim.

Drowning in a room

Where I forgot how to swim.

I whisper all my self-doubt under my breath,

Devil's in the driver’s seat, laughing to death.

Angel’s on the dash with a busted wing,

Tried to speak up, but we cut her strings.

Now I'm riding shotgun in my own head,

Praying for silence, but screaming instead.

Maybe rock bottom’s just a place to breathe,

A pause in the war, a chance to grieve.

If I ever climb out from this wreckage inside,

Will the angel forgive what we let die?

To follow, to feel, to believe was mine—

can these broken clocks still tell the time

I whisper all my self-doubt under my breath,

Devil's in the driver’s seat, laughing to death.

Angel’s on the dash with a busted wing,

Tried to speak up, but we cut her strings.

Now I'm riding shotgun in my own head,

Praying for silence, but screaming instead.

Still, she hums a lullaby through the pain—

One note left, singing in the rain.