TV Tide - Cry for Help Lyrics

Are you gonna put this in your book
Will the words float like a f*cking Duck?
Want to see me buckle, then just look

I feel like I've forgot my own bluff
I would kick the walls but its walls I love
They offer me an art-house handcuff

And Johnny says he's sad
I don't believe him
Johnny says he's mad
But I don't see him

Everything I wanted
Was given like a cold
I'd still feel almost lonely
Until something shook my soul

Before I think to call out
I'd crumble in my seat
I'd figure I'll get distant
Until I blur road shimmer heat

Every passing Day
Every mental flame
I feel a little smaller
Like the wick of a candle

I can't stand this
Every night its C'est la vie
Bite marks on my windowsill and dust on all my wooden frames
I can't plan this
Rosy flags begin to fade
The Diamonds sit themselves in stilts
And I'm still in my awkward stage

But honestly I'm getting to a place now