I’m sorry
I’m having another bad day.
My bones are creaking
And my eyes leak
Like a broken faucet.
My mind is a bullet train
And I can’t stop it.
I’m stuck in the middle of an avalanche and I’m not moving.
These things they come and go,
and I mean half of everything I tell you.
I’m half of everything I hate,
and half of anything I create
is you too.
So I start to hate the music when I hate you.