the same things happening to me all the time, even in my dreams
i have dreamt about what it's like to die and i saw myself becoming shadows again just like i did when i was a kid i saw my bones crack open and all the things i've been hiding from you spill out all the secrets that i never thought i'd tell anyone about i am warm and i am bored and i am drifting through this place it's no better or worse than anything else that's ever happened to me but i wish that i'd never met a lot of the people that i've met not because i don't like them but because i only let them down and when you disappoint everyone all the time it's hard not to want to die constantly i feel this weird and shameful feeling like im being watched by a thousand glowing, vengeful eyes behind one way mirrors in public bathrooms and in metro cars and everywhere i go i know i'm not welcome