Bags

I can feel you staring at me
(I swear I’m trying to stare back)
From a million miles away
(Think pretty soon I’m gonna crack)
I feel like I’m collapsing to a point
As these days pass me by
'cause I can’t find a way to say
The bags beneath our eyes connect our little lives
So, tell me why, just why we’re terrified
Of regrets we may or may not face
Paper or plastic? What’s the fucking difference?
Why forfeit to our baggage when we know there’s something there?
I’m mumbling 'cause my mouth is full
(I'm only thinking out loud)
My foot is lodged between my teeth
(Why can’t I just spit it out?)
I’ll bite it like a bullet
Hey, nothing’s gonna change
Just focus on the pain