wipeout

I've been thinking all month, I'm no man of steel

You give me the run around and end up in the same place like track and field

I wanna give you fairy tales, roses and ferris wheels

My mind been jogging all week, but around you it sits still

Insects in my stomach that I wish I could kill

Drummer boy in my chest, now I know that it's real

Please don't wish me the best, not even a little

Wanna pour my heart out, but who clean up the spill

I guess I just wish I could make you feel the way you make me feel

My thoughts got away from me, they've been running all day

Writing down things that I had meant to say