I'll write about everything I've felt this week
Commiserate with sounds I've kept on repeating
You can tell by now
I'm cutting off from my friends
It's something that I needed but I didn't want
I dream of space
When all I have is bonds
This isn't what I want
I think I fucked up the sound
It keeps me up at night
I'm turning over and over
You'll do it again
It weighs in your hands
A season in hell
You're killing yourself
But you'll do it again
I fell in love with it
But now the meaning's changed
I say I don't know why
It comes in waves at a time
Push 'til the very end
I feel it burn on my neck
You're fucked
What's the point if you aren't having fun
You look so skinny now
Your ring keeps falling off
It keeps me up at night
I'm turning over and over
You'll do it again
It weighs in your hands
A season in hell
You're killing yourself
But you'll do it again
You pull me out
But I'm focused in
I'll bide my time waiting for something to change
It's the price I pay
This isn't what I want
This isn't what I want