Riding broken bicycles can skin the knees
But following the broken leads to fucking therapy
I'm done
Forgetting to water the plants can kill the leaves
While holding on to toxic ones kills the chance to breathe
I’m done

What if I choke, after I leave, it's not a win, if I still bleed
Empty is just better than this, so now I sink, no point to swim
When the light goes dark and I need a spark I hope it's you standing with the flame

Breaking down your boxes keeps your place tidy
But breaking down in public gets dishonest sympathy
I'm done