Disconnected

I think I need some therapy, some medication or just a kick in the teeth.
Cause' lately I've been so depressed and detached, I'm surprised I made it out of bed this week.
And all this stress is suffocating me. It keeps laying bricks on top of my chest.
These decisions have been made with the best of intentions, but I still can't catch my breath.
I feel so disconnected.
I know I'm loved, but I feel so far from everyone.
I feel so far.
So I skipped another party again, decided to stay home instead and just think.
Pour the wine and whiskey down the sink. The last thing I need now is another drink.
It never gets me anywhere but mornings on floorboards feeling so much worse for wear.
So I'm blind-sober, not quite-so-sad and staring out at an overpass.
I'm reminded of long walks at 4am,
the kind you only seem to have when you're 19 and sleep is something you don't need.
But the places we hoped to find in our teens have come to everyone but me.
But broken bottles in church parking lots are evidence that nothing is what it seems.
I feel so disconnected.
I know I'm loved, but I feel so far from everyone.
I feel so far.