My friend Will spends his time snorting different shit

And he laughs as I burn all my bridges for kicks

He says external connections are more important

Then the ones inside his head

Now he's lingering outside his apartment building

Smoking and coughing and laughing and talking and smiling

Now I'm sitting outside with a girl I spend

Too much time thinking about

And she's staring at the ground with a sadness

I know all too well

I tell her, "Cherish what genuine relationships you do have while you have them."

She won't look me in the eyes

As she says, "Take your own advice, you're a goddamn hypocrite."

She was bottled up, now she's breaking down

Sitting on a park bench, trying not to be so loud (loud)

I will spray paint this cardboard all the colors that I like

I will spray paint my face until the fumes get me high

So I cannot think, and I cannot breathe

And I will not see no one supporting me

Because I cannot exist in a vacuum

And not just for the lack of air

I got nobody to talk to

She says, "Don't look at me, I don't fucking care."

But I was bottled up, now I'm breaking down

For god's sake, I'm in public

I'll try not to be so loud

And at night, she wages wars inside her head

She is a beast of burden

I am a handful of a person

I compare myself to all my friends

And then beg

"Why can't I just love them."