tuesday morning lament

throwing myself in every direction
hoping that I'll stick
my saviors in the mirror
but I keep at it

holding out for a hero
to wash away all my blues
kiss me in the morning
paint me bare with sunset hues

how does one learn to stop searching for the antidote?
it's an irresistible solution, a mesmerizing unforgettable trope

running from myself hold me love me know me
distract me give me some peace from the workings of my mind
when I'm alone all I can do is count the time
when I'm alone the only place I'll ever find the sublime

but I'm too stressed to think straight
and I just want to be saved.