17 and I'm fucked up

Caught my gaze, and me off guard

Honestly, I might just want something to reorganize these memories of nothing

Find peace in the dysfunction

Every single thing I write is not okay

Don't make it awkward

Cold breeze on my face

I'm fucking wasted

I don't care, let's just call it wonder

No fear 'cause that shit is fucking basic

If you're gone, maybe going under right now is the right thing to do

My burden light now

Think it might sting you, won't reform my psyche

I'm not much to lose, I'm not

I'm not enough for you

It don't seem like it matters when I need you the most

Will lost feelings inhabit where I find them a host?

Will I feel the collateral decay of emotions?

Don't tell me to float or I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean

Am I real?

Should I rather be a notion?

Would I feel when my lungs are being frozen?

Don't answer that

When you scream about your boyfriend in the summer, I'll listen

I'm 22 and I'm fucked up

Finding pieces of lost love

Life is not what it once was

I love my voice when I shut up

This changes nothing

I've found peace in the destruction

Every single thing I write is not okay

Don't make it awkward

Scream about your boyfriend in the summer and I'll listen

And listen

And listen

And listen again

Still falling apart

Still falling apart, unknowing (it's love)

Still falling apart (love, after all)

Falling