broken down
small town
sleeping on the phone
do you even hear him
He can't hear you
growing my nails
I'm out of control
winter faded away
stuck between wet cold clouds
full of warm water

oh god
I hate all of this

oh god
you don't exist

oh god
I'm alone

there's no one to look for in the dark

oh god
I'm coming to an end

oh god
it's the coming of age