hours

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