I've got to move far away,
This dreadful town has me in tears,
A new sunset to appreciate every night,
Holding me down with an existential weight.

There's no telling that I'd do, friend,
To pack my bags and *******,
Against everyone's wishes,
I'm a failure to touch or view.

Its selfish to ask for help,
And I'd be begging to be killed,
Without it.

Give me a sign,
from the love of nobody's life,
I'll sign my life away to the metal,
Rind my teeth against bones,
Just to feel justified in my selfishness.

Don't ******* help me,
I'll do it all on my own,
Just get drunk, smoke some ****,
Burrow deeper into the molten hot sand.

Maybe I'll write a story about how I learned to survive,
Then reflect back on myself to see that I've still died.
I'm still figuring out how to die.
Figuring out if I can die.

Cause it's all futile,
To ask for help, I'd be a manipulator,
And if I called home,
Would anyone answer and take me seriously?

Im tired of pretending that Im any good at singing,
Cause my vocal cords crack and groan at every note,
Maybe I don't drink enough water,
or maybe my throat is just sick of me singing.

I don't know anything more than four cords,
My guitar doesn't see much use except abuse,
Although my piano just might be a *******,
I'm just a fool with a tool to speak his muse.

I wanna find it inside of myself,
A driving passion to bring money home,
Cause I'm sitting here with nothing,
Except a couple dollars to my name.

The poems I write are far too basic,
Nobody likes them but to be fair neither do I,
I can't show my face to anybody now,
Cause the porcelain is beginning to break.

It's chipping away, away, away...
Down the drain, away, away, away...
And now I sway, away, away, away...
In my room as a dull tool who loves music,
away, away, away...

You're gonna hurt my feelings.
But why should you give a ****?
If I'm just a stupid kid.
Who knows nothing about the world.
Then I don't deserve an ounce of respect.
Nothing I own is mine under your roof.
So sell all of it. Use the money to buy my grave.

Good luck cause I'll haunt you until you're dead.

I miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!

You’re gonna leave and I’m not ready,
You’re gonna leave so just wait right here
You’re gonna leave what if I ask for one more kiss?

Perhaps the things we love the most are better off alone,
I’m bitter and prone to skipping stones against the walls,
Bored out of my ******* mind but you’re entertaining and I..

miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!
Bonkers, insane, publicly shamed.

And I wish you the best life,
But I also would admit my crush on you,
That I have had since my sweet sixteen,
It’s been a couple years and I’m all *******,
In alcohol dreams and suicide teams.

Charging through a mild storm,
Minor inconveniences and wild coincidences,
Are what drive me to the point of insanity,
The rumble of earthquakes under my feet.

Hard to say if I'm really as strong as they say,
I lie a lot and my friends are moving on,
These trust issues keep me branded as anti-social,
Maybe, I'll decide to never love again.

Breaking up over the phone,
Splitting checks on ****** dates,
I'm torrential rain and you're a sunny day,
Nothing I could ever handle in a lifetime.

Asthma acts up because of the pollen in the morning,
Can't breathe without opening my mouth,
It's an absolute ******* curse,
Just stitch my mouth so I just shut the **** up.

I'm not sure how else to be myself,
I've learned that growing means fixing,
Everything that is wrong with me,
My character, my mind, my voice,
My schedule, my sleep,
Yet, my choice remains that I'll wander the world,
In search of something else to solve.

Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy.

I'd like to pack all my things,
Drive so far away that I drown,
In the ocean and sleep with the fish,
I'm not meant for this reality,
I just want to be ******* free,
I'm a man made of straw,
Push me over and **** me raw.

Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy.

Devolving into madness,
Every day I notice,
Everybody seems so unsatisfied,
I'm a pathological liar,
A manipulative crier,
So I'll live a life,
Far from the other side,
I won't beg for green grass,
Cause it's meant for men with cash.

Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
That's who I think I am,
Fixer boy,
Can't sleep at night I'm just,
Fixer boy,
I'll just **** myself before I'm 30.

There's a call coming through,
It's reflecting off of the drops of dew,
Telling me it's right time for a cleaning crew,
Cause my head is best killed and grown anew.

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.

The phone's ringing off of the ******* hook,
Warning me, sending a cautionary tale, well look-
In my closet, there's a man, he has a silly book,
The stories all seem to spell my demise, he's a crook!

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.

Lock up the weapons,
Or else I'll be preppin',
At midnight I might be steppin',
To the closet where I met him,
And I'll pray to Mister Hades,
To give me a fate better than it.

*******, label me a night owl,
Cause these bedtime blues are fowl,
The suicide hounds are on the prowl,
And I'm,
Oh ****,
Yes I'm,
In their line of sight.