The things add up in my day to make me feel
Repugnant, lousy, unable to exist around myself
I reach for whatever I can get my hands on
There's a hum to the subway that makes you feel at home after awhile
And I don't know what it is, but I still feel destiny calling me from years away
Something is beckoning towards me
And I'd like to reach out my hand and ****** it
And thus far, that has slipped through my fingertips
But I can try to forgive myself
And just continue on living
Breathing
Just like I've always
Done