I’m staring at the wall, ‘cause the only news is bad news.
I’m waiting to fall—I’m the rain cloud in your living room.
I keep making lists of shit to tell my therapist—
the reasons I wish I didn’t exist.
I’m sinking fast. I’m taking everyone down with me.
Alone at last somewhere in South Jersey.
My breath fogs up my glasses. Smoke hangs heavy in the wind.
I’m reading up on black holes, hoping one might take me in.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
It’s looking hopeless, and I’m feeling desperate.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
I’m staring at the dust that’s gathered on the fake plants.
I’ve given up; I can’t keep the real thing living.
I watch the bluish glow of my shadow paint the far wall
in the middle of the night, up watching Korean Baseball.
It’s low tide
at serotonin bay,
and for the first time,
I’m not sure that everything’ll be ok.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
It’s looking hopeless, and I’m feeling desperate.
I’m growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit.
I’m exploding on re-entry,
scattered wreckage in the sea.
Everything’s been gray forever—
it’s how it’s always gonna be.
I’ve never been more sure of something;
I see it clearly in my dreams.
I know I’m gonna be the one,
the one who ruins everything.
I’m exploding on re-entry,
scattered wreckage in the sea.
Everything’s been gray forever—
it’s how it’s always gonna be.
I’ve never been more sure of something;
I see it clearly in my dreams.
I know I’m gonna be the one,
the one who ruins everything.