(maybe i'm a mistake) mistake mistakes happen all the time
just erase them and they'll be gone erase the mistake erase it erase her (erase me)
i wonder what being erased feels like to feel nothing but not in this way this poisonous way this painful way of feeling nothing
i wonder what it feels like to be nothing but not dirt nothing not sludge nothing not this nothing that stings
i wonder where the nothings go where the mistakes go when they're erased
i have to stop running i run from the right things and to the wrong thing or is it to the right things and away from the wrong things
it's hard to tell when everything is in motion
can't we press pause someone press pause please someone just press pause
i am spinning and falling but i don't hit the ground the dirt (i am the dirt)
i just keep spinning and i flip over and over without touching anything without stopping without pausing (someone stop me)
i keep running (make me stop make me sit tight and stay in one place make me fixed not a mistake)
(erase me erase me and replace me)
replace (me) with the correct thing the right thing the finally-makes-sense thing the feels-right thing the safe thing the not-so-crazy thing the stable thing
(erase me and send me to the place the nothings go.)