I was told "time flies when you're having fun"
Is that why the world stopped still in 2021?
And why everything I try leads to a second guess,
and why you're living in the past like 'now' is a consequence?
I don't want to taste another's words from your lips
while I struggle to build back up from your 'gotcha's and tricks,
I want to move on and up and out and now
and I want to regulate the scream in my head
Somehow
Someway, somehow
But we always go back to the way that I was
like I'm some status-quo forever doing what it does
on loop, repeat, unchanging, forever through time
When in truth I've been going out of my mind
searching for something familiar, something with meaning
to dull the noise in my head, that annoying fucking screaming
And I'm lost and alone and you're stuck in the past
with good friends and better lovers and people you thought would last
Meanwhile third time's the charm with us
Flying headfirst into a door that
shuts