tumult, grasping
for a foothold, just
someplace steady that
I can use to
make sense of things
i’m dying, i’m dying, i’m dying
desperate, i’m desperate. trying to keep
my head about the waves – god
why did I never learn how to swim?
how does everyone else seem to just know?
what is true what is real what is good?
do i love them? do i just want to **** them?
why can’t i seem to
stop scaring people away?
i never quite know whether my night will end with me
singing on mountaintops
or crumpled on a ***** floor
i hate it i love it
i wish it would stop
motion sickness all over again
spinning -- why should the earth need an axis?
just give me a ******* pill
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
tumult, grasping
for a foothold, just
someplace steady that
I can use to
make sense of things
i’m dying, i’m dying, i’m dying
desperate, i’m desperate. trying to keep
my head about the waves – god
why did I never learn how to swim?
how does everyone else seem to just know?
what is true what is real what is good?
do i love them? do i just want to **** them?
why can’t i seem to
stop scaring people away?
i never quite know whether my night will end with me
singing on mountaintops
or crumpled on a ***** floor
i hate it i love it
i wish it would stop
motion sickness all over again
spinning -- why should the earth need an axis?
just give me a ******* pill
