There's so much left to do But nothing left to say When disappointment fills you up And takes your words away Can't we try, to do this all again Because I know how this is I know how this ends Because all my friends are Made of styrofoam and alcohol And my nightmares are just Lighter versions of reality You need space you need time You need so much more than anything I can find I guess i'm inadequate A fucking waste a mess of a human being I sit and contemplate my life like how you're So scared of the word that rhymes with trying Yes it's killing me that i'm trying so hard