Waiting by the phone
This is not healthy
But what do I know
Gon come and show
Hitting new lows
Knocking on doors
Hyperventilate
I will not offend and hate
By talking about what is laid
In plain sight the days bleed together
I will weather the storm not feather a single complaint
What has been seen and not been shown
I'm not elated I'm feeling doped
A new dark coat of paint has been draped and displayed in sheets of confusion and stakes and waking in night while my heart sits in fright and I keep the shakes at bay while I wait my chest feeling tight again it feels like I never do nothing right