Palm Of My Brain (Mead Witter) Lyrics

I'm content when I'm on foreign land

I forage when I fucking can

I'm sick for sad and you know why

So don't go through all this to be wise

I'm warm in this sweatshirt I wear

I smile at my tangled hair

And narcissize in the hallway mirror

What you desire is my greatest fear

I slither cross the ground

I throw up glue that keeps me down

And sing a song, when I am goddamn ready to

Except when I am singing for you

Was out to die by living in

The space between my pimpled skin

But who's to say?

I'm sure you did the same

You fit well in the palm of my brain

I say these words

Know minutes soon

They'll meet the same untimely doom

As sentences that contain periods

Everything eventually ends

When that rule stood still not broke

I'd hate your face and wish it spoke

And then much to my surprise

It did

I feel like a little kid

I feel like I should in a way

Nothing that I'd want to explain

I am just in way too much pain

I just really want it to end

I feel like you're in as a joke

Should I feel surrounded by friends