Im Tired of This
I can’t go out and find someone new
Because I always think of her
Usually, when I obsess over things
I see germs sneaking into my skin
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on
I want to wake up every morning
Thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe
How she blows out candles
Blows out candles
Blows out candles
Blows out candles
Blows out candles
Blows out candles
Blows out candles
*Gun Click*