there's some things i can't get out of my chest
my thoughts can't function properly
and my neurotic way to see things
is trying to line them up 
although they're still all mixed up
in some troubled randomic ranges.
trying to put words in your eyes
is never going to do me any favor
is never going to enable feel things as they ought to be felt
but i just can't believe in everything i see
'cause they're just made up stories of my mind.
i wrestle against myself
trying to control my words
the way my arms move
the way things get to me
but i let it all spill out.

this faucet is dripping.
and i'm about to drown.