never fit in with the city crowd
never did figure how to stand out
now they’re better without
me living in my head
always nearly dead
went three times under the knife
just to feel alright
countless times under the razor
just to feel something stranger
than myself
i’ll break my own heart
just to have art
i’ll cry at 2am
wondering where i am, why i am
living in my head
i’ve been nearly dead half my life
but it’s alright















