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17 and I'm fucked up
Caught my gaze, and me off guard
Honestly, I might just want something to reorganize these memories of nothing
Find peace in the dysfunction
Every single thing I write is not okay
Don't make it awkward
Cold breeze on my face
I'm fucking wasted
I don't care, let's just call it wonder
No fear 'cause that shit is fucking basic
If you're gone, maybe going under right now is the right thing to do
My burden light now
Think it might sting you, won't reform my psyche
I'm not much to lose, I'm not
I'm not enough for you
It don't seem like it matters when I need you the most
Will lost feelings inhabit where I find them a host?
Will I feel the collateral decay of emotions?
Don't tell me to float or I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean
Am I real?
Should I rather be a notion?
Would I feel when my lungs are being frozen?
Don't answer that
When you scream about your boyfriend in the summer, I'll listen
I'm 22 and I'm fucked up
Finding pieces of lost love
Life is not what it once was
I love my voice when I shut up
This changes nothing
I've found peace in the destruction
Every single thing I write is not okay
Don't make it awkward
Scream about your boyfriend in the summer and I'll listen
And listen
And listen
And listen again
Still falling apart
Still falling apart, unknowing (it's love)
Still falling apart (love, after all)
Falling