I Can Count the Things Keeping Me Sane On One Hand

One thing that always bothered me
was the way that watching TV
always made me feel like the world was ending.
But the past year seems to have defined who I’ve become
and who I never was or could be.
So fill your lungs with clouds of smoke and I
can guarantee I still have sleepier eyes.
Bring it on, paranoia.
‘Cause at least I know I’m ready for you.
This is as honest as it gets,
Friends don’t get more «Real» than this.
So listen up, babe.
‘Cause I’m sick of your arrogance.
I have learned to swallow my words
because eating them later is just not nearly as good.
And I know now what it’s like to just feel alone.
And scared.
I like to tell myself that nothing’s wrong,
when I know I won’t sleep well tonight.
‘Cause I’m losing my mind,
and I’m melting inside,
‘cause you’re wasting my time.
So. Just. Go.
‘Cause I can’t stand your voice anymore.
And I can’t understand what it’s like
for one day to just feel alright.
You feel alright. I feel like:
Part of me wishes the world would have ended in 2012.
Part of me wishes that everything went up in flames.