Mom, can you pick me up?
Things are getting bad again
I've got every insult
Embedded like a tooth in my skin
You said I feel too much
But now, I don't feel anything
Avoiding the sun,
Complexion gone pale
My dreams start to rot under my fingernails
I'm a vortex, forever hungry
No matter what, I end up empty
Dad, can you pick me up?
Things are getting bad again
I can't keep myself calm
I'm angry for the stupidest reasons
Don't know how to fix it on my own
Though I should be independent
A critical thinker,
Closing the gap
I go the wrong direction on a one-way track
I'm a vortex, forever hungry
No matter what, I end up empty
I take and I take, and it's never enough
I'm sorry you gave birth to a monster, oh, mom
So put on your armor, you're head-to-toe clad
In rust-weathered steel, fight me off, oh, dad
Mom, can you pick me up?
I think I'd like to press my luck
Dad, can you take me home?
Put me six feet deep and cover up the bones