This is not a cure, for the damaged
Maybe again,
he will be
alone
guess we're equally damaged
find your name
do it all the same
equally
signal when you can't
breathe, no more
Say you were me
Then you could see the view
you know,
we are
equally damaged
don't be a fool
make it easier
you'll learn to say when
signal if you can't
say, no more
Oh don't cross
your finger
sundays will never change
they keep on coming
you'll be a freak
and I'll keep you
company
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This weekend has been strange, but productive.
I've been helping my mom out, so she has nothing
further to complain about.
I really wanted to go to the beach today, I skipped out
though so I could help paint the new apartment.
We didn't get any painting done but I did build
a Hello Kitty bookshelf for my little sister.
Hey! I can build things :)
Rewind to saturday night though,
I had the worst anxiety I've had in awhile.
The car ride up to Uncle Sam's wasn't bad, Dave drove
and he was playing great music and we were talking shit.
But right when we exited I95, I wanted to just open up
the car door and roll off into the street.
(And maybe if nothing was broken and I could run, I would ran away.)
I was aware of every muscle, every quick shallow breath I took.
I was glad that we were atleast very late, and I had the couch end
to myself for some time.
Afterwards, we all went to Denny's and I was finally
able to relax and laugh hard.
But you know, I thought I was over this shit.
And I know I don't mean this,
but sometimes I just want to give up
on everyone.
he will be
alone
guess we're equally damaged
find your name
do it all the same
equally
signal when you can't
breathe, no more
Say you were me
Then you could see the view
you know,
we are
equally damaged
don't be a fool
make it easier
you'll learn to say when
signal if you can't
say, no more
Oh don't cross
your finger
sundays will never change
they keep on coming
you'll be a freak
and I'll keep you
company
---------------------------------
This weekend has been strange, but productive.
I've been helping my mom out, so she has nothing
further to complain about.
I really wanted to go to the beach today, I skipped out
though so I could help paint the new apartment.
We didn't get any painting done but I did build
a Hello Kitty bookshelf for my little sister.
Hey! I can build things :)
Rewind to saturday night though,
I had the worst anxiety I've had in awhile.
The car ride up to Uncle Sam's wasn't bad, Dave drove
and he was playing great music and we were talking shit.
But right when we exited I95, I wanted to just open up
the car door and roll off into the street.
(And maybe if nothing was broken and I could run, I would ran away.)
I was aware of every muscle, every quick shallow breath I took.
I was glad that we were atleast very late, and I had the couch end
to myself for some time.
Afterwards, we all went to Denny's and I was finally
able to relax and laugh hard.
But you know, I thought I was over this shit.
And I know I don't mean this,
but sometimes I just want to give up
on everyone.