Endless

My addiction is endless
Tea bag; drip dry or I'll squeeze you
'Til I get what I need out of you
All I need just to get through
Each day; another routine
If I could just scrub myself clean
Or douse myself in gasoline
More than just routine
If I could just convince myself
That bad things happen to good people
And not everything is entirely
My fault
Take it all with a grain of salt
If others would share the blame
Accept and admit what is their own fault
I wouldn't have to trade
A slingshot for a catapult
A cart wheel for a somersault
I wouldn't be tumbling backwards
Out of my own window
If I hadn't been pushed
By my own shadow