ani's words
i'm so messed up.
i'm so sick.
someone get me a scalpel, and fix my brain.
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this
(...)
they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky
i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.
this is so sick.
this is so absurd.
i'm 20 years old, and it feels like i've had enough of the crap i can create around me.
i'm so tired.
someone please turn off the light, i want to sleep for years. for centuries. sleep has got to be less stressful than this.
'cause, seriously, this is becoming insanely complicated.
what fucked me up like this ? can't i blame somebody, someone ? is it gonna make my life easier ?
yeah, not really, ey.
besoin de ventiler.
i'm so sick.
someone get me a scalpel, and fix my brain.
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this
(...)
they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask"
and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try
one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky
i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe
i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way
we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this.
this is so sick.
this is so absurd.
i'm 20 years old, and it feels like i've had enough of the crap i can create around me.
i'm so tired.
someone please turn off the light, i want to sleep for years. for centuries. sleep has got to be less stressful than this.
'cause, seriously, this is becoming insanely complicated.
what fucked me up like this ? can't i blame somebody, someone ? is it gonna make my life easier ?
yeah, not really, ey.
besoin de ventiler.