There's a man sitting by the window
He thinks something is wrong with him
For he is yet to belong anywhere
And though he cannot see an injury
He believes there must be one
Why else would the world look so different
For he cannot be the only one to see this
So he tells himself to ignore it
To try and see what others see
Surely they know better of what he is
Then that gaping hole in his heart

I've no more fucks to give (src)

so jealous of people who don't have an inner monologue

is anyone making sure we're gonna be okay? is anyone actually steering the ship? cause those sure are some big waves over there, and we've never been this far out to sea before.
(src)

doing it all for love

I shoulda been a bird
a sparrow or an eagle
a crow or a seagull
flyin' over the sea
I shoulda been a sailor
a cowboy or a jailer
anything but me

im wasting away

are we destined to become what we hate

and how am I supposed to feel about a black cat having a miscarriage right on our doorstep