I'm not stuck to my bed
I'm simply in love with him
Sweet nothings warmly sit atop of my ears
While he begs me not to leave in tears
I made my own desolate black hole
It feels like my eye lids could grow mold
In these nocturnal episodes
Dissociating while you speak
Do you know what I really hate about me?
It doesn't matter
It's getting cold
It's getting dark at 5 pm again
I'm not to blame
I have so many things that run through my brain
Don't tell me how to live my life, I know that everything
Works out as long as I take these three pills
I'm chewing out everyone and they're asking me what's the
Whole big deal? It's nothing much, just something about December sun
One day I hope to be more to you than
The things that run through my brain
How many people can I love
Before I love myself again?