whimper

can't, sold it out, broke it down
moving like contusions
collusion of confusion and we all
just want to kiss our own selves dry
self-despising paramedic
hold me up until i get it, doesn't matter
if i live or if i die
it matters when i go and where and why

(don't worry, this is not a suicide)

so i'll save my breath for breathing
and my heart will keep on beating
if it matters i will care
and keep the faith, no i don't
give a damn about space
textured colored roofs have gone to waste