Our Troubled Selves

(album: Never Home - 2016)

But it's still not enough
Drink more water, but it's still not enough
Clean my room up, but it's still not enough
If they keep asking me questions, I'm going to erupt

Fuck, [?]

What a freak; what's that kid doing here?
Look at me: 23 with the insecurity
Of a teenage demi-God, clip your wings

It can't rain all the time, I can't be mad forever
Am I just growing up? Is this just changing weather?
I know I look weird, I know I'm nothing special
I guess everyone else is just perfect
I cannot stand everyone's fucking opinion

I look at everyone and see
Porcelain skin
And pretty, pretty, straight, white teeth
Bite me

I look at myself and see
Everything

What's the difference between
Breaking down and breaking down
And breaking out
And breaking down and breaking out?

Oh God, our troubled selves
Life won't change on Monday morning
I want to change
I want to change, I want to change myself
Early twenties; the same old story
It's boring

I want you to run out your voice
I want you to run out your voice
I want you to run out your voice, and leave me in silence again
Want you to run out your voice