I told you we won’t work yet now when I’m crying and noises feel like knives and light feels like needles and I’m craving those pills all I want is your safe arms warp them around my heart please make it feel less numb
in the depths of unsurance we suffer painfully the debate on what is best and what is not eats us up alive crawls through our veins in every last corner of our body causing endless torture making us question our own being