amplify my struggles
i'm your personal sound system
i'll play my whining on repeat
i'm a broken ****** record

staring at the ceiling fan
stirring up my existence
lately i’ve been dozing off bitter Jim whiskey

reminds me of my time in UK
it smells like my cramped dorm room
with fairy lights on the window
and blood on the white plastic of my trash bin

redbrick home, but it’s cold under the covers
and the sheets are stained
with the smell of coconut oil in your hair

you hold me in your arms sometimes
when you feel like it
i pretend the other days don't exist
so i only recite the good ones to myself

i'm on a loop
repeating the same 16 beats over and over again
until the end of this ******* party

one city after another
they're all exactly the same
just differently arranged letters, same corner stores
different colored clothing, same people

i'm the same everywhere
a puzzle piece from a box
that probably doesn't even exist