I hate my size and my shape,
my body and my pain,
my longing and my ache,
my lonely dismay.
And I hate my shame.
It never goes away.
Try to shake my feelings.
I don’t make my meetings.
Son of a bitch, everything’s real.
I've got this ache in my chest,
Catch myself checking my pulse now
About thirty times a day,
About thirty times today.
Holidays,
cum stains,
old ways,
no change.
I wish I could fold my mind
Into a paper crane,
Take my ache and hide it away.
supported by 5 fans who also own “A Charlie Brown Christmas”
came for "high in the morning," stayed for "useless friends," became obsessed with "stay asleep." this band can do no wrong. "i never thought love would be the losing side" sucks as a lyric when you're trying to be a lyricists, cuz it's just not fair. Adam Peterson