Everyday balloons

It's more than fists and phrases.
It goes beyond life's little changes.
It's not enough.
Banks, bombs, coffee shops & everything i own.
I can't even think a second
Without my thoughts coming down to wreck it.
(know what i'm saying?)
Spirits been gone for months.
When is it coming home?
These hang-ups alone are cutting me down,
Hurting my ears,
Chomp at the bit & bite at the masses.
Everyday i miss it.
I practice petty fucking myths to fix it
Just for a while.
Shelve it with the rest of me.
Next to the faith i've loaned.
I sore my throat to get it.
I tune it in & turn it up to forget it.
That's how it happens.
Stage fright therapy is the only help i own.
These hang-ups alone are cutting me down,
Hurting my ears,
Chomp at the bit & bite at the masses.
Forgot whose in control.
I'm killing what kills.
Healing what hurts.
Smile at the world.
Destroying these feelings.