I get so caught up in all the silence, and I'm so disoriented by the noise I forget about the people who love me, you've gotta nurture things before they die And I'm not the best example of healthy, need a box of wine to bring down my heart rate To a point where not everything makes me nervous It's a panic attack, dude, let's get somewhere safe And I just want everyone I love to send me letters everyday So maybe, one day, I can rid myself of this hate I scream so many words, looking for answers But they're my own, so it's a fruitless effort Cause the answers, well, they're in the words of others And I feel like a ukulele that's rarely used Just a decoration on the wall Only taken down once so a dude could play John Mayer songs I wish I had to motivation to help you Analyse you like I analyse myself But that's not realistic with all my weakness Diary entries can only seem so clear And I'm a welcome mat that hates being stepped on I'm not obligated to respond to you The people that I love, well, they never talk to me But the ones I only tolerate always do And I just want everyone I love to send me letters everyday So maybe, one day, I can rid myself of this hate That amounts to a person that's too heavy to be lighthearted I know one day I'll be regarded as a conscientious, gentle, empathetic failure