At night we're painting you trash gold while you sleep.

Maybe I’m on the wrong road.
Starting to feel down about the fact I’m not taking care of people.
I’m the one that looks after everyone.
I’m the one who hides my problems.
I’m the one who looks after my friends.
I’m supposed to be taking care of you.
I’m too busy falling apart to see everyone else around me doing the same.
I want to fix you.
Want to make you better.
But deep down inside I know that there is nothing I can do.
I want to make you better.
I want to make sure that you have the life that you deserve.
That you meet all the right people.
I want to cotton wrap you to make sure you never get hurt.
I want to keep you mine forever.
But I can’t.
Drift apart from me.
I drag you down.
I feel like cutting my own throat open.
I have failed you.
Too busy thinking about myself.
I’m sorry I’m a bad friend.
Sorry I can’t keep you golden.
But still. I’m gonna try.