i feel fine when the stars align, i feel fine when my body's warm. you feel fine all the time. it fucking feels cold.
it's just the kids these days-- they make me feel so old. i don't feel comfortable in my own skin. i think the best is only over.
the night is slowly closing in, and i'm staring at my thighs. you watch an episode and nothing more, i think i'd rather not be sober.
i feel fine when i'm walking home. the cold waits til i get inside. but i can't tell the difference. i hate you for this.
it feels like yesterday, you were closing up my blinds, you didn't want the world to see you in my bed and sleeping past morning.
it's hard enough to say i'm taking care of myself when i'd give the world for nothing more than a call, just telling me you're still the same.
you collect, when i grind my teeth, when it's hard to breathe you collect, when i watch the time, when you're on my mind you collect, when i see your name, when i blame the pain, you collect.