I’m getting sick and tired of the smile that I fake every day
I would love to speak my mind, but I can’t think straight
I would love to feel alive again, but I’m not used to change.
I genuinely tried to warn you
that my heart’s like a ball of twine.
It takes a little time to unwind.
2014 is so close I can almost taste the Croatoan virus.
I can’t think of a single thing out there that can soothe,
I’ll just fuck my head all day until I can’t move.