Max W.

It’s like your heart sinks and the whole things coming down
falling down again.
Some days it’s useless to pretend.

I spent two more vacant hours staring out this god damn window.
I don’t know why but everything feels wrong.

I hate this season, it’s so predictably depressing.
When desperation taunts from the background off the walls
I know that the sun will be screaming at me,
and the shades will keep calling to me.

Here in the dust and the webs in the basement,
begging my mind for a moment of rest.
Fighting the loss and regrets in the places I find you,
hate myself instead.
Yea, this will last all night. There’s no escape for me.
It pulls me under where I can’t breathe.

I spent two more vacant hours staring out this god damn window.
I don’t know why but everything feels wrong.
It’s like your heart sinks and the whole things coming down
falling down again.
Some days it’s useless to pretend.

I get it’s all in my head but this nausea feels real.
So distract me, distract me with anything.
cuz I’m terrified.
I lag through the hours, a few nights for every year
and all these seats are empty… so why am I still here?

The feeling goes but I'm still here.
The feeling goes. Why do I still...
I cling to this stale notion that I can never trust myself.

So for two more hours,
the feeling goes and I’m still here.
The feeling goes
Why do I still…
The feeling goes.
So why am I still here?