Ataxia

I want so badly to believe
In the world in the magazines:
Better homes
Life refined
(But I’m) without a catalyst
Without the glossy print
I’m wearing thin
Like the conscience of a funeral arranger
Wearing thin and breaking fast
Shallow breaths
Don’t look this way
Because I’ll pull you in
Because I’ll pull you in faster
Than you can say 'GO.'
You’ll be all I have; you’re fucked
Times owns my body, and my mind
Escape is on my mind
Escape is on my mind
Life redefined: cyclical days of
Waking, working, regretting
Listen
Hear that void?
Listen
Hear that void?
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me
It’s me