Devil of a Problem

I've got a devil of a problem now.
Concrete shoes but I’ve got no place to drown.
The saddest empty little mason jar.
I take the blame so much I know it by heart.
Was I looking forward to see this last night.
I was moving when I hit my half-life.
It's less funny when it's played back twice.
I lost the timing now it don't feel right.

Get the point across.
Burn my whole face off.
Black shoes I forgot.
Spit shined missed a spot.

Light bleeding out into a pitch black mind.
Glowing brighter but as sad as my life.
Swimming back into the undertow.
Take my pulse as it approaches zero.

Bent over backwards sorting myself out.
Louder wailing left me deaf with no doubt.
Stuttered whispering into a plea.
Make the insult seem a lot less routine.

Get the point across.
Burn my whole face off.
Black shoes I forgot.
Spit shined missed a spot.

All collide.
This was not my fault.
Wheel turned wide.
Car does a somersault ...