Lyrics

I rarely agree that we don't demand company But some people have it so easy If I filter my confidence, I only end up with minerals and letters Letters to poems and poems to screaming and yelling inside my head Because I can't get to sleep when I crawl into bed My face hurts because I've been smiling so often Am I really that prone to exhaustion? My jaw is sore My choices are poor My lethargy secludes me to my own coffin I push my hair back into it's rightful position Then I mess it up because jealousy marks my every word with precision with shame With nostalgic, depressive hate And I wonder If I'll ever be sewn up again