Biting my clothes to keep from screaming
taking pills to keep from dreaming
I want to break something important
I want to kick my dad in the shins
I was referring to the present in past tense
it was the only way that I could survive it
I want to close my head in the car door
I want to sing this song like I'm dying
heavy boots on my throat I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
I can't talk to my folks I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
all of my fingers are froze I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
only one change of clothes I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
my head is my head is my head is
stay inside all this winter
filling out forms from a busted printer
I want to talk like Raymond Carver
(an advertisement cries out)
I want to turn down the goddamn TV
("He should have gone to Jared's)
binging on the latest sitcom
feeling guilty every second it's on
I want put my foot through a window
(I document my mind loss)
I want to romanticize my headfuck (white angst)
(through instruments of wordplay)
heavy boots on my throat I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
I can't talk to my folks I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
all of my fingers are froze I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
only one change of clothes I need
I need something soon
I need something soon
my head is my head is my head is
let's burn this house down
