i sit and wait every day
for someone to ask a question
who is this? what are you?
it's like repeat progression
they ask and ask for hours
i don't know how they have a voice left
they laugh and talk all evening
voices a heavy heft
if i was on the other side
asking me what they do
i'd bored myself to tears by now
i would've been so blue
the truth is i could tell them
i could write down what i am
but i'm afraid of how they'll react
to how i truthfully don't give a ****
sometimes i wake up wondering
if they'll ever really know
if a passing glance or a laughing face
is how the story will go
or do i tell them in my rage
drunk out of my mind
standing on the rooftop
calling out for a sign
i wanna scream my lungs out
it makes me wanna cry
i need to yell from the rooftops
until my throat is dry
my identity makes me nausea
it makes me wanna cry
they'll never be happy with me
until i ******* die
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
i sit and wait every day
for someone to ask a question
who is this? what are you?
it's like repeat progression
they ask and ask for hours
i don't know how they have a voice left
they laugh and talk all evening
voices a heavy heft
if i was on the other side
asking me what they do
i'd bored myself to tears by now
i would've been so blue
the truth is i could tell them
i could write down what i am
but i'm afraid of how they'll react
to how i truthfully don't give a ****
sometimes i wake up wondering
if they'll ever really know
if a passing glance or a laughing face
is how the story will go
or do i tell them in my rage
drunk out of my mind
standing on the rooftop
calling out for a sign
i wanna scream my lungs out
it makes me wanna cry
i need to yell from the rooftops
until my throat is dry
my identity makes me nausea
it makes me wanna cry
they'll never be happy with me
until i ******* die
