It's hard for me to start conversation
I'm usually too busy thinking about things I shouldn't say
Or utterly consumed by this sense of dissociation
Yeah, it's been pretty tough talking to anyone about anything these days

Your razor blade is still sitting on the window ledge in the bathroom, and I'd give it back to you, but you told me to get away, so that's where I'm gonna stay. I wonder if I should cut myself with it before I throw it away, set it to my wrists and pull open the veins, let myself pour down the shower drain while I contemplate the consequences of this game we chose to play.

The sound will call the ears of ready runners, the race will be started, and I am the starting line.

BANG!

Now they're all sprinting away as fast as they can, and it's only a one hundred meter race to the end, so I'll never see any of them again.