I thought I had something
And that's the same as having something
I get mad at nothing, blame my mum for something
I pull no punches, then feel bad for months
Thought I was raised better, tried to fake better
Tried to blame weather and escape better
Hope the skin heals where the pain enters
Oh, but I finally got sewed up
I set a time, then I showed up
And now the weight of the world
It ain't so bad
I saw the end, it looks just like the middle
I got a paper and a pen
and a page with no space
I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication
And forgot how to cry
Who am I to complain?
And now the pain's different
It still exists, it just escapes different
And evades vision, makes the rain different
Makes the news boring and my rage distant
Yes, I'm young and living dreams
In love with being notice
and afraid of being seen
But I can finally eat
And I can fall asleep
It's fine, fine, fine
I saw the end, it looks just like the middle
I got a paper and a pen but I can't feel the pain
