i have trouble dealing with things changing. i have trouble dealing with goodbyes.
i have trouble dealing with people, trouble dealing with lies.
now i try to write my anxiety off, try to write it all away.
i try to write myself righteous, i try to write myself to stay.
i fucked the world and it fucked me back.
i loved and grasped for air, had a heart attack.
i was touched but i can't repay what i got, not until you're dead.
i tried to love the world, i even gave it head.
see, things fall to pieces even when they're good.
things go on and away, much like they should.
but i have trouble with things changing, being my own boss.
i have trouble with the things i win, to me they're the future loss.
//A.
