Why the fuck do I even bother?
This will be the week that tears me apart; a dead end call to start it all and stop my heart. Come and listen close to my confession; it's not perfect, but try to stick around I swear it's worth it. Scraps of paper litter my room, but I still can't make any sense of you. I'm walking barefoot over broken glass and nails, I'm just that callused. And if you're not you will be soon. I've been doing a bad impression of myself, and you're so inventive when you've got a tale to tell. All I have are some wishful thoughts and a string of restless nights, and the chorus of a song I could never get quite right. I spent my time just lingering and staring at the sun, I saw some things of beauty but the damage has been done.