Biting my clothes to keep from screaming Taking pills to keep from dreaming I want to break something important I want to kick my dad in the shins I was referring to the present in past tense It was the only way that I could survive it I want to close my head in the car door I want to sing this song like I'm dying
Heavy boots on my throat I need I need something soon, I need something soon I can't talk to my folks I need I need something soon, I need something soon All of my fingers are froze I need I need something soon, I need something soon Only one change of clothes I need I need something soon, I need something soon My head is my head is my head is
Stay inside all this winter Filling out forms from a busted printer I want to talk like Raymond Carver (an advertisement cries out) I want to turn down the goddamn TV ("He should have gone to Jared's") Binging on the latest sitcom Feeling guilty every second it's on I want put my foot through a window (I document my mind loss) I want to romanticize my headfuck (through instruments of wordplay)
Heavy boots on my throat I need I need something soon, I need something soon I can't talk to my folks I need I need something soon, I need something soon All of my fingers are froze I need I need something soon, I need something soon Only one change of clothes I need I need something soon, I need something soon My head is my head is my head is
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