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It's 11am, I already popped two pills, I'm keeping busy doing futile things

They say for me it's more important to be chosen

Than who choses me, I don't know what to do with this information

I'm late for the first train but don't feel like running,

It feels so cold for early May

Everywhere I go, chaos is following

The bags under my eyes could be checked on planes

It's 4pm, you're despicable and I'm even worse and the lump in my throat is at a loss for words

These days the sun sets in a way that really makes me suffer

I've got a lifetime of questions and not one minute of answers

Picking my battles and trying to get to the ceiling

Even though I haven't left the floor in days

One plate of pasta and "who's up to get drunk this evening?"

The bags under my eyes could be checked on planes

It's 3am, I forgot what my skin feels like when not covered in thorns and pins

I just say "what about you?" when people ask me how I've been

So tell me that you want it explored and I'll explore it

Or tell me "let go" and I'll stop holding it

The wind is picking up and I feel seasick

The bags under my eyes could be checked on planes

The bags under my eyes could be checked on planes