no one look

This one feels pathetic, here it goes anyway

Here's a list of all the things that I probably shouldn't say

Things aren't going to get better and maybe that's okay

Is it bad to admit I'd like if things just stayed the same

Is this list of fifteen hundred things keeping me alive

Is the lack of space for books and shit gonna make me die

I feel like there's too much time and at the same I can't find mine

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

Why's the nickelcade parking lot so small

That's supposed to be the place where I can spend it all

These nickels turn to dimes and I'm still wasting my time

Didn't realize I'd fall so far behind

If no one looks at me I think I'll be fine

I shouldn't have spoke now I'm thinking about

All the reasons to stop and I'm reasoning now

With the points and conclusions that kept me around

Maybe I don't feel them

It's all coming down to the pieces I can't find

There's ghosts of the person who's towing the line

Sitting around staring at the black box

Might be the only thing

It's also been dragging me down to the bottom

I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared

No one look

No one look