Outstretched hands, feeling sick, inadequate
I’m shades of what I used to be.
"Now that I know that every time I get sad you just hate me
You can go to sleep and sleep it off peacefully
I’ll be here all night feeling totally fucked
Wondering what tomorrow will be like and staying up
I guess I just make myself the victim like you said
That’s why when you treat me shitty you get mad
It all makes sense now, thanks so much
Goodbye forever what the fuck”
mental health game: ?????
"I Can’t Stay" | Adventures
take a ride in your car
take a walk to your house to fill the holes
in sentences to question sincerity lost in stature.
so I pick and I pull at the facts
that my chest needs to give up on me
as your words start to shrink into the weakness of knees
and with the quickest of ease my hands start to shake
'cause I'm not walking away.
It only took one call to recognize that I can’t stay.