It's been 3 days since I got here
The bed smells clean and sterile
They don't clean them
They just bleach them
It's been 3 days since I went on a walk
Made a new friend, his name is Ron
We chew coffee grounds
Because of can-cer
You always say the crazy ones are out there
You can't always hide
You can't always pretend, protect, project
Right now this is kicking around my head
And I cannot escape it
It's been 2 years since I gave up the fight
Trying to grasp at things
Never meant to be seen
And ugh right now I'm an angel
And I've got glass wings
And right now I feel darkness
I wanna kill everything
Lately I've been thinking 'bout it
I don't want to think about it... at all
Hey Kid
Wake up
It's gonna be ok
There's no way
For you to know
How low it goes
Whether you go, and whether I stay
I'm still gonna be here anyway
Mind and body though
They won't separate anymore
Just be gentle