Smoke screen the head rush Your words felt like busted knuckles Grasping with a broken hand I just can't get away It's so easy to leave when you know it's right When you're honest, those seeds bloom in true fashion But you're never true to you God damnit I'm twenty three I can't feel anything Most days I don't know who I am anyway Just sit; dissociate Let myself rot away In the same bed I've been in but I can't leave But I can't leave