No more options can't hit restart as I talk to myself in the dark wheels spinning repeated broken down and defeated again and again
don't know where intrusive worries began see myself diving out of the van breaks ripped out noelle screams another fucked up day dream again and again
a headache still breathing wish I was in bed sleeping stone eyed still breathing another fucked up weekend
and I know these first world complaints are just a waste of time but I keep dragging baggage filled with nickels and dimes (its the last time) if I could quit counting mistakes may id get some piece of mind (but in the mean time) the more I seem to look the harder it becomes to find
maybe itll work itself out burn up these burdens stop living with doubt chalk it up to a phase let these feelings decay keep on bitching and moaning for now