Dust me off I’m undiscovered a thorn in your side dust me off I’m undiscovered still under your arm I’m tired of pulling teeth tired of me I’m tired of falling for every word you speak I’m a migraine I’m the pulsing in your veins you’re the cold shock I felt in my fingertips I’m the smoke in your lungs like situational therapy you’ll need me everything looks better from the window there’s confidence and consequence and you’ve lost track of what that means which is which and the lines in between I’m tired of pulling teeth I’m tired of me