I've spent my days here away from everyone encountering everything I've ever done My own hands around my neck dragging me back to where I was If you only knew how much I gave a fuck It's not enough, it never is, desperately reaching for a moment of bliss But I guess I'm just an anxious piece of shit My mind is blinded by my past and it won't die if I keep looking back I need to know if I'm alone or not Do you hate yourself the way that I hate the world? We can get through this encounter together