I can't feel like you can

I couldn't scream if I tried

I wanna be who you lean on

When you're feeling the weight of the world on your back

When you fold from the pressure

I'll show you it's gonna be fine

I know that it's hard to learn lately

You'll never be a wise old man when you turn eighteen

I can tell you that right now

I'd spend my time around speakers I can blast nice sounds out of

Or looking down at forests from mountains

It's turbulent times and I've almost thrown my towel in

A thousand times in countless regards

Trying to turn it all one-eighty like an owl's head or Mars in the time span of

Seven hundred thirty-eight minutes

You barely notice you learned to hate living again

'Til your tearducts flood in the car once a week

And other times you hurt you feign indifference

You're often dismissive, you're often abrasive and rough

But I offer to you an invitation to crumble by my window sill

You don't have to talk I know your deal

I know you

Everybody's a mess of ailments

Our intentions aren't all unfailingly bad

Sorry sittin' in moonlight's stale

We can move like snails if you need that

I don't know how to be human either

I forget that I'm real like half the time

Every feeling you feel makes sense

If the tears take stress off my shoulder is there for them too