Nowhere

I'm so fucking used to clogging my arteries

they say I am complex , ask me all about my artistry

I'll probably speak tales of my pain

the pen being soaked in the juices

of my unstable brain has wigged

while other artists speak about ego

I just wanna let myself go, keeping myself apart has always been an issue

fuck! im leaking !

somebody give me a tissue



my tissues don't know how to handle

or keep me together

everyone who ever left

used to say the word forever

quite often actually

it kinda has me worried there

are lies contagious

cause I'm in constant state of stop and stare



and the train keeps on going and I can hardly see the rails

maybe nothing's even there