I can hear my hair growing
It tingles the inside of my head, and sends vibrations along the lining of my skull
There's a bug in every breath when I'm out in the open world
A scab on every leg
A tear in every eye
A hole in every heart
And I've been counting them all to make sure I end up on an even number

A creature in my mind runs rampant and tries to see what kinda dirt on me he can find
I'm constantly sprinting circles after him, but I always end up losing the race
All the embarrassing things that I do and I say are his doing

But **** it
And *******
And **** him
And yeah, **** her too
**** everybody right now, I lost track of my thoughts
Something about something
Right?
Who cares?
Poetry is stupid and I hate my own words

But I need them
******* addiction
Terrible ties to my tongue and my diction
I accidentally set a fire in my kitchen
From the pen I'm writing with making sparks from all the friction

I can feel my fingernails growing
The gritty texture rubbing slowly underneath my skin
And the dirt collects beneath them faster than I can cut them
I think I need to go wash my hands