I'm so sick of this 

I'm so sick of all these places that I've been. 

All my friends alike, cut from consciousness. 

Their lives are dithering, but not me. 

I'm fine. 



The sky lit up. 

I watched the words roll off of your lips. 

The sound of waves broke apart what was left of here 

The nights grew louder in the great beyond. 

We all had to let go. 



It's such a mystery how you can get to me 

and turn my life off. 

And all the space between, 

it all makes sense to me: 

We're all in this lost. 



We fell like others when this world was so cold, 

but never like this, now this doesn't feel like home. 

Take comfort in knowing it won't be all right. 

We fell like others when this world was so cold, 

but never like this, now this doesn't feel like home. 

I'm sorry to inform you: 

I'm sorry for you.