these days
i'm just running away
and yet, i don't have the lungs for it
this song, and this voice, and this noise,
is me, floating downstream.
and there's something so piercing about this song
and its utter sense of hopelessness,
which is so overwhelming, cause
yet, all this hopelessness, and all those mourning screams,
ultimately makes it so comforting
and i know that
she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing,
my fake plastic love
but i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if i just turn and run
and it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out
it wears me out.