Could someone break my nose?
Carve my ear off like Vincent Van Gogh?
Did you live in that sadness forever?
Cause it really doesn't show
30 going on 13. Still living in the in-between
Between anxiety, depression, and some stupid indie comics
On the flat packed Ikea shelf in my dreams
Don't you just want to go home?
I don't cause I hate being on my own
I guess we can't live like this forever
Cause It starts to weigh you down
Now I'm thirty, I'm starting to see
None of this shit will ever feel real
Danny says it stops and starts, so keep playing the part
Til some sunny afternoon under the oak tree