It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain

How ironic that I eat when I'm emotional
And part of the reason I'm emotional
Is because I eat

"Oh you aren't doing PE anymore?"
"No wonder you got those rolls.."
I'm actually doubting it was a joke

Backtrack
You know you pushed it
Backtrack
You know she's crying
Backtrack
You know she was trying
Backtrack
Maybe she'll forget it

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just spoke, and said
Exactly what was on my mind

So I think I hit the high point
I think I floated up to the ceiling
And now I am deflating
Lying on the ground, tethered
How wonderful would it be
If someone inflated me
But how stupid a thought is that

I guess I am just writing everything out
Since I physically cannot run from my problems