Twenty-seven and it's all unraveled
Nothing makes any ******* sense
I can be sorry for hours
Invalid, unless I repent

Chance missed me, I waved
I'd rather let it pass me by untouched
For those I've wronged, disappointment
For myself, I prefer unfucked

Wallow, complain, whatever it is
Nights alone and you're right there
The skull unfractured, inside a blender
The blanket unravels, leaving bare.