I'm hot
And then I'm cold
And sick to my stomach
And this is getting old
I'm sick of feeling lonely
But I want to be left alone
And that makes perfect sense
Because every article of clothing I possess is my own
And I want to know there's someone if I need them
Because everyone says they'll be there
And then you're looking around like a deer in the headlights
And realize that so few really care
But I guess I'll just lay in bed
And stare at the ceiling I wish I could write on
Listening to music that drowns out my feelings
Waiting for this aching to be gone
There's times I'll feel giddy
And then I'll be down
Knowing that I always give up everything
That keeps my feet on the ground
I'm floating away
On my own words with imaginary friends
Talking to myself
And barely making amends