its days like these
i wish i was another
another human being
with different struggles
the ones not in their head
affecting the way everything’s read

todays the day i want to be
inside another’s home
inside another head
just anywhere outside
outside of this place

the chaos of my mind
of my head
and of my life
i feel like i try
every single little thing
and every single time
i just end up lingering
somewhere out in space
out of place
even after everything
i’ve ******* tried.

Did you speak from sadness
Or fear, or anger, or hopelessness
And was that why you spoke the way you did?
Surely it wasn't true, but
I can't tell if you believed what you said
All the same, though, I can't get your words out of my head.