But I don’t know what I should do when I freak out across the street
Pick my brain up from the asphalt
I can’t tell my body to be calmer than it is
And it makes me feel afraid
When I can’t say
Whatever helps my brain
To feel ok
And I have to believe that it’s enough
to make it through the day
And every second feels like an eternity in wait
Until it passes through my fingers and I can’t believe it’s here
Rubbing bleach into my scalp
Now on the outside I feel
my hectic mind reflected
And it’s nice
Turn it up and burnout my speakers
Hurt me healthy, hurt me gently
Let me suffer, end the torture
Redefine what pleasure can be
And it makes me feel afraid
When I can’t say
Whatever helps my brain
To feel ok
And I have to believe that it’s enough
to make it through the day
And every second feels like an eternity in wait
Until it passes through my fingers and I can’t believe it’s here
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