Dont waste my time telling me i’m fine. these days when i act like this makes it hard to tell whether or not i’m a mess. you said, «dont worry, dont bother the doctors…» have you seen the decline of me since i walked back through that door? maybe its only obvious on nights i pass out drunk on the floor. maybe not. but dont waste my time telling me i’m all right. these days when i act like this ought to prove the fact that i…i’m sick i’m sick i’m sick. you said, «dont worry, dont bother the doctors…» have you seen the decline of me since i walked back into this life? maybe its only obvious when i start it on you every night. maybe its time to change the locks. and hide myself and untie myself from you. maybe its better if i leave. and tough it out, find a cure, pay my dues.
