cause i fall three times as hard if it’s for nothing at all. you all seem twice as tall as i will ever be; i feel terribly small when my mind works too hard. when you think with your chest, there’s not a thing that you don’t see. i’m hardly capable of half the damage that i would like to do. i could swear that i don’t care but you know i’m too full of shit to think this through. so look at me, i pray to god but curse too much to be considered true. i’m just like me, i’m just like me. so who the hell are you?
all night because this is my mind.