Forget all of your notions of progress. Face facts. The butterflies that swirl in your chest when you're restless have died out. Your heart now flutters in wake of their absence. And blood boils, singeing hair off your skin as it burns its way out. When you were last at peace, tell me how it felt. Was it forgiving? Cause I'm not. Until the summer came and it came home. I missed out on me Distracted with TV Careful not to think You might fall in. All the things I can't control end up controlling me.