i'm not so sure anymore

i wish i could smell your fear
i want you huddled in your room gasping for air
and ten thousand thoughts running
no, racing through that thick skull of yours
because you deserve to think,
to reap what you've grown on a hot summer day
dry september, october, november rain
the world was swimming when i was born
sometimes i think i'm like a time bomb
ticking away. i knew it, i'm too good to waste
i'll shove you into your grave.
why am i like this? why do i feel violence
every morning, every night, eyes, yes
ten thousand bridges and all of them burning
turntables keep turning but i can hear them stop
mixed messages, minds, tattoos on your eyes, yes
i know you know, somewhere
but you've sterilized georgia, and jersey
one of us will come out alive, alone, a locked
door for a portal, cold sores in your eyes, yes
it's all true one way or another, alien baby or alien brother
the world doesn't revolve
around me or anyone else
it stops
and stops
and stops.