Low Tide

I'm staring at the wall, ‘cause the only news is bad news

I'm waiting to fall—I'm the rain cloud in your living room

I keep making lists of shit to tell my therapist

The reasons I wish I didn’t exist

I'm sinking fast

I'm taking everyone down with me

Alone at last somewhere in South Jersey

My breath fogs up my glasses

Smoke hangs heavy in the wind

I'm reading up on black holes, hoping one might take me in

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

It’s looking hopeless, and I'm feeling desperate

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

I'm staring at the dust that’s gathered on the fake plants

I’ve given up

I can’t keep the real thing living

I watch the bluish glow of my shadow paint the far wall

In the middle of the night, up watching Korean Baseball

And it’s low tide

At serotonin bay

And for the first time I'm not sure that everything’ll be okay, okay, okay, okay, okay

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

It’s looking hopeless, and I'm feeling desperate

I'm growing out my hair, ‘cause who gives a shit

I'm exploding on re-entry

Scattered wreckage in the sea

Everything’s been gray forever

It’s how it’s always gonna be

I’ve never been more sure of something

I see it clearly in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be the one

The one who ruins everything

I'm exploding on re-entry

Scattered wreckage in the sea

Everything’s been gray forever

It’s how it’s always gonna be

I’ve never been more sure of something

I see it clearly in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be the one

The one who ruins everything