Once I'm alone I'm not okay
Wish I could find the words to say
Wish I could find the right time at all
All I need to do is make the call
But I am a coward, content to wilt
I'm a piece of shit, I'm a piece of shit
And I'm not getting better
Woke up early and dreary with my body in the dark
Didn't want to get up, how can I start my day
This is eating me up, it shouldn't have to be this way
Is something you remark more than once
Simple words that I can write
Have no grace, try as I might
The sky stares down
And I feel a little something in this Autumn cool
Am I losing my mind
Can we keep going
I am feeling unwell
Shoes weren't made for walking this far
Don't wanna keep going
He's a hallow shell
Every step feels like I'm fighting the tar
Feeling the heat beat down from this star
No more pain, just get in your car and drive
I don't want to be forgiven
I just need an embrace
I had nothing to be sorry for
In the first place
Waking up
At a loss for words
What do I do with the endless expanse
Of nothings spread out before me
What do I do with this mess I've made
What do I do with this mass of nothings
That I've got left
The world has disowned me
The world has disowned me
The gliding clouds on a bright blue day
The endless wisps on the clearer ones
The disjointed nearness of the closer ones
Feel so close that I could touch
You make me want to live
The imprints of threadbare stars when the sun goes down
The foggy nights when the sky is obscured
The pitch black darkness when the moon is gone
Hard to imagine that it's still there, physically tied to the lives we lead
You make me want to live
The mornings where I pressed my face into the glass
The mornings with my hands on the wheel as I drove myself
Early sunrises so bright they nearly made me crash
I didn't really mind until I did
You make me want to die
The days when the moon's still in the sky
Do you think she's sad too and couldn't sleep
Hangs around and hopes she fades away
Sometime soon
You make me want to die
Don't know how to comfort you when I still hate myself
We both wish for better that we know will never come
What is it called when you know it's always out of reach
Out of reach
Delusional kids just trying to live
We have to keep living it's still worth it to live
If we keep living it'll be worth it to live
It has to be worth it if we keep trying to live