i think myself into the worst moods
just everything
it comes crashing down and
i feel like i can't breath
i'm being ******* myself
i'm over thinking everything
i can't stop
nothing helps
writing
drawing
nothing helps anymore
i don't know what i'm going to do

if someone asked me a month ago, "if you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?"
i would have said somewhere no where close to here
now, if someone were to ask me the same question today
i would say "wherever he is."
if i could, i would go to you right now,
it's so hard
you're  so far away and i have no idea where this is going.
all i know is
i really wish you were here.

Everyone complains about how long my showers take.
I wish they understood that they're my only time to break.
Out of my thoughts and out of my head.
Out of this place, constant swimming with dread.
wet
scrub
rinse
repeat
No need to think
So blissful and sweet.

And so it's the
beginning
of the end
and god only knows
where we're going so
buckle up babe
we're going for a ride