You can quantify your terror
Analyze every corner
Every crack in the
Windows of your room
You can paint without vision
No expectations or revision
Besides they'll all say
You said something
Whether or not you meant to
Filling up the prescriptions
And all debauchery ending
Left before I grew up
Before I could be a fool
And you feel like you might
Fall off the face of the earth
And you take so much
And you give so little to your worth
The thoughts winding
And tangling the nerves
In your brain
And you hope to some god
You won't always be this way
You can quantify your terror
Reading up on the disorder
But calling yourself a faulty machine
Won't do much of anything
Desperate for some consistence
And when you're not down just at a distance
Floating somewhere flatlined
In the stratosphere
And you feel like you might
Fall off the face of the earth
And you take so much
And you give so little to your worth
The thoughts winding
And tangling the nerves
In your brain
And you hope to some god
You wont always be this way