i've been fighting it for nearly 4 hours
and i don't think i can do this anymore

walk past your bedroom where you're sleeping soundly
and i don't want to wake you with my treading on the floor

and i walk slow
into the kitchen
and i don't know
what i'm doing anymore

it's 4 am
too early to make breakfast
so i drink a glass of milk before i crawl back into bed

and it's times like this i wish i was a cloud or tree or fish
cause my world would be so simple as i grow and breathe and die

without a care about things like friends of jobs or school or being thin
or who i'll be in 7 years or should i text again

and i know
i'll feel better in the morning
but for now
it feels like i am drowning

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