songs

I don't trust the mute button on an online video call
I don't trust my memory to remember how to breathe
I don't trust my vocal cords to speak for me

I feel humiliated, I feel so fucking done
What's it good for?

I never was a bibliophile, never was a fan of perusing
Grasp my tongue in your fist, slur the lines between pain and love
This is what I want, what is there left to do?
The most basic of functions seem like rocket science
Can't get out of bed

On days like these
There is nothing I would want to do more than see the light
Can't get out of my head

It probably isn't even that bad
Why is delusion always so negative?
Why can't I be more positive?

Out of sight, out of mind! So how'd you like that one?
The next one up is called-