Tuesday 2pm
And I haven't left my bed
Something holds me quick, molasses stuck between my ribs
Ain’t that witty? Easy to follow?
Make it pretty, and easy to swallow
Pretend as if I can stand this place
When I can barely stand up some days

I want to hit the walls until they break
Someone to say to me I'm no mistake
I want an inch of kindness
But I know that if I want to find it
I'll have to bare my throat
And how can I, how can I

And my mother says, “Being sad sometimes is alright
At your age, God knows, so was I”
How do I tell her it’s a constant haze, it's always
It's the sky falling, breaking over me all the time
Breaking me all the time

I want to hit the walls until they break
Someone to say to me I'm no mistake
I want an inch of kindness
I don't know
Am I being spineless
If I bare my throat
Oh how can I, how can I
I want to stop pulling my hair out
The noise between my temples to settle down
I want an inch of kindness
But I know that if I want to find it
Ooh, I want an inch of kindness
But I know that if I want to find it