i'm gonna stare at the sun so that my eyes might melt and then i'll finally have an explanation for falling short
i'm really doing ok, maybe you'd be surprised, i can't remember when i last felt
"i gotta write a new song, gotta learn how to try, gotta find another reason just to not want to die"
but forty minutes is nothing when i'm listening to you
i don't go, i stay at home
i don't go, i stay alone
why should i just stand there pretending to talk to her on the phone to avoid people that i don't know?
words can never come easy, conversation hurts, and then i start feeling lost and it'll only get worse
my future's far too bright, i need to look at the ground
of course they know it, yeah they know it and they've known it forever, the diagnosis was far worse than you could ever imagine and i can't seem to cough quieter today
i don't go, i stay at home
i swear to god i'll die alone