I’ve got thinning hair and rotting teeth

I kept all the insults you gave to me

I kept all the conversations that we didn’t have

Staying up all night

Lurking in a mirror

Haunted by a fridge

They say life goes on but I peaked so long ago

I don’t want to die someday but i’m gonna die someday

I don't want to die someday, and I hope that day, it’s not today

My back muscles are deteriorating

My gums are sore

My clothes are hanging off my bony shoulders

And there’s blood on the apple core these coffee stained fingers and carrot pigmentation

Make up this distorted complexion

I'm caressing the roof of my mouth

While mumbling my incessant doubts about who you are and what I am myself

My age old frothing cynicism it holds me back from any meaning

I hanging on my collar bone as I awkwardly wait to talk to you

Sway side to side and I fall in love with a state of mind

And I don’t want to die, but I'm gonna die

I don’t wanna die

I’ve got all this time

And I've spent it falling apart

I’ve got all my life to figure out what i want

And isn’t that right? the (w)right way to live?

To question what to do at 22, and to think you’re gonna die like you’re 85

It never seems to change

And I wish that felt okay