And it's not that I don't feel safe with myself,
or with this environment even...

And I doubt I’ll be able to forget
the text messages we sent...

they're so different now
you don't check...

It's been cloudy on my mind and in my heart and in...

if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...

Could it ever be safe
to be with them...

I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...

I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...

I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...

Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...

drifting
with no destination in mind...

and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...