Philippic against what you stand for

I don't think I have a lot to say
And I'm sure it's not worth the effort anymore.
But It could have been in a few weeks or more.

Today I was going through the inner workings of my favorite song.
of my favorite songs
I see you in every one
Pushing the rhymes together making sense of it all.

I guess I'll do myself a favor and shut up,
Turn my brain to blackness.
Lick the piss and sadness of the city off my shoes.
It boils down to the fact I don't have much else to lose.

A philippic against what you stand for;
Kindness and health.
I'm cooking frozen chicken, straight from the freezer.
My words don't rhyme
Im cultivating my own wealth
On my own time.

I'm in-between normalcy and insanity
My bones twist and crack when I sleep
I have made friends with Mr. Jones
And for some reason I'm still alone
I'm stiff as a board barely bendable.

And you're sitting there in the dark
with wide-eyed excitement,
Or is there something you're not telling me?
You're too poetic to ever just love one thing.

My blisters leak
With familiarity
A comfortable feeling
I can always sense the urge coming.

I dont fight my urges,
And you try too hard to be loved,
In our mind that's just about the same thing
Tell all your friends about me.

Tell every single person on the planet, you of know me.
I'm driffing off into a dream
Tonight is the night to tell me all that I lack
Cause there a 50/50 precent chance I'll not be coming back.