Take deep breaths
Into that paper bag
Like you're trying to revive
The turkey sandwich inside
It's lunch-time
And I am fucking freaking out
About god knows what or why
Or why

I see you blink and
I get a sinking feeling
That something's wrong
It's like we're walking up an escalator
When it's off
It's the pit I get in my stomach
When I'm drunk and I talk too much
And I should just shut up

And you say it shows

But if god knows
If god knows
The what and the why
Then why should I try

Rain on a parade or a picnic, real quick
It's what you've been waiting for
It's why you've been bored
Oh lord
The clock is two hours off but it still ticks
Close your eyes and count the clicks
It's still a steady beat
They're still a second each

I think I want some space to breath
I think I want you to smother me
Litterally
I can't decide
The what and the why