why didn’t we see this coming?

why didn’t we see this coming?

Lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, wondering what I’m doing, way too much or far too little feeling. 5/7/9 more days and I’m still drowning, my face may be still numb, but I’m still frowning. Psyched for that next 5 seconds, focus starts to fade. Rescue squad comes, when hope arrives it’s gray.

That made sense writing it sporadically listening to music, but when this song is over and I got back and read it it’s going to seem absolutely ridiculous. Put on Weezer’s “The Sweater Song” and talk to people online while you’re reading it (slowly), and maybe you’ll find the beat I was going on.

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