It’s all a mess, right?
How do we even navigate through this shit?
Every day is a challenge.
Every day is a mess.
Yet we are placed here
and all we do is try our best.
Some better than others.
Look, I don’t even know where to start.
I think to myself,
this is normal.
This is how people feel.
For real, tell me how you truly feel.
Because if I can relate to you,
if I can escape with you,
then my mind’s blank.
The serenity.
The breath.
The air flowing so fresh.
I wish I could say I feel it,
but I don’t.
I try to reach out
and hope for the best,
but what is it?
Really, where's your head at?
What do you think about?
You open up to people,
take ’em under your wing.
But really,
it’s all a sting in the end.
Left?
Nah.
No good down there.
Right?
That’s just a fucking fright.
Where’s that so-called bright light?
We go back.
The memories.
The times we hold so close to our hearts.
Yet in the next beat,
it’s dry as the desert’s reflection
flowing in the stars.
You don’t know what I mean?
I can’t talk to you about this.
You don’t get it.
I’m weird.
My brain ain’t right.
Which is why I’m stuck at the start.
Hell,
I don’t even understand me.
Walking in the dark,
it’s just a phase.
It won’t last.
Nothing people say
is ever true.
I’m here for you.
I care for you.
Yeah, maybe
when I’m telling you
my time’s nearly through.
Where the hell do I fit in these times?
So lost in my mind,
so far within.
Scrunch it up.
Chuck it to the side.
Sometimes these feelings,
all that’s left to do
is hide.
It’s sickening.
My brain, it’s ticking.
Hear that clock?
The hands?
What way are they facing?
The numbers counting round,
it’s a never-ending racing.
So hard to beat the time left.
That’s the sound
of my heart deflating.
