I'll write about everything I've felt this week Commiserate with sounds I've kept on repeating You can tell by now I'm cutting off from my friends It's something that I needed but I didn't want I dream of space When all I have is bonds This isn't what I want I think I fucked up the sound It keeps me up at night I'm turning over and over You'll do it again It weighs in your hands A season in hell You're killing yourself But you'll do it again I fell in love with it But now the meaning's changed I say I don't know why It comes in waves at a time Push 'til the very end I feel it burn on my neck You're fucked What's the point if you aren't having fun You look so skinny now Your ring keeps falling off It keeps me up at night I'm turning over and over You'll do it again It weighs in your hands A season in hell You're killing yourself But you'll do it again You pull me out But I'm focused in I'll bide my time waiting for something to change It's the price I pay This isn't what I want This isn't what I want