What do you need me to prove to you?
I said what I meant but didn't mean what I said
The truth is my words escape me in eruptions

They're forced back down and they burn my throat
My heart frays my vocal chords
The ceilings collapse, but the doors slam closed
So nobody seems to notice

What do you need me to say to you?
That you're better than this?
You're not better than this.

Only fifteen minutes, a quarter to the hour
It's not pessimistic, there's no liquid at all
The glass is made to shatter the second it falls.