don't touch me, don't even think about touching me (i know what youre thinking i can hear it and i hate it and i dont want it to be this way) (im not a toy) (please dont play with me please keep your distance)

when the water keeps draining and draining and draining  and it's not as good as you wanted it to be, as you expected it to be, but you settle anyway and lay down for a minute and relax but then you realize it's draining even more and there's no way you can fix it, you can stop it

maybe it's not the right time, maybe it'll

never
be the right time, i keep blaming myself but there's nothing i could have done differently i couldn't have fixed it maybe i was stupid maybe i should've realized what i was getting into but for a minute there it felt warm it felt like it what was i needed it was so warm

caught between feeling too little and feeling too much im leaning my head against the dirty wall there's no one there's no one left and i don't know what i want [to do] don't know what i can [do now]

it's all her fault it's not you it's not me it's her  im sick im nauseous im dizzy im draining

i wish i could've died before i met you