My head feels like a hole, in the 3rd dimension so
I'll gather all my thoughts and paint them to the walls
A picture of myself, tells me about my health
And I'm so far away from ever settling down

I pick apart my bones, until I can't stand alone
I get myself worked up but what I need is a crutch
I can hold tight, but I quite like
Grinding my teeth on my fingernails sometimes

It's not the first time, won't be the last time
I'll feel uncomfortable and barely alive

We've got nothing to talk about
Spend most of my nights trying to figure it out
I'm beginning to choke on the rope you throw
To be content in your mind is a crime when you're alone

I miss the summertime, when we were begging for light

Its not the first time, won't be the last time, I'll feel uncomfortable and barely alive

In my little life, I'm barely alive, I think I'm alright