um um a couple days ago.

i am so tired of being attached to my waist
i've ridden this whole cycle more times than i can take
if i could scream, or be silent, you would never be satisfied
if i could be stronger, or less something, you could open your eyes
i need someone to stop letting go

the curve of every letter couldn't explain what i've thought
the murmur of every secret couldn't ever help me out
i'm nothing of what you're thinking, im everything you know
i'm nothing of what you're thinking, i'm everything you know,
i'm everything you've ever thought, i hate what you think you know.

i am so tired of being put on the back of the burner
another tire fastened loosely to the door
losing more with every faulty step i take out of line
every chalk mark reassures me this has happened before
so please ask me again why i don't talk anymore

Don’t kidnap the spells that once ran through broken fingers
Because they’re dry and unable to create
When these letters lose all of their shape
You'll find something to suit taste
something perfect for you to waste