if i was crushed
in to a wine
i'd be be bitter on your tongue
i wouldn't ferment
just rot
now i don't know why
i hold such a fragrance
maybe i'm self-depressed
always reminding myself
of how big this list
of things wrong with me is
i tell myself i'm alone
hence, i'm alone
a self-fulfilling prophecy
but i'm no prophet
and it's true i have to write
but we've been here before
we've been happy
but no more, no
as you might see
i'm running
running myself down
down all the time
time to turn around
and around and around
'till i'm going in circles
and i end up where i started
my lungs just aren't big enough
for how loud i want to scream
and let everyone know how much i hate
and the few things i love
writing
having the blues
my sad songs
and you
bring me back down
off the roof top
but you know?
it's funny how a few written words
can make me feel better
now matter how depressed i might seem
no matter how rotten my core
my soul has become
in to a wine
i'd be be bitter on your tongue
i wouldn't ferment
just rot
now i don't know why
i hold such a fragrance
maybe i'm self-depressed
always reminding myself
of how big this list
of things wrong with me is
i tell myself i'm alone
hence, i'm alone
a self-fulfilling prophecy
but i'm no prophet
and it's true i have to write
but we've been here before
we've been happy
but no more, no
as you might see
i'm running
running myself down
down all the time
time to turn around
and around and around
'till i'm going in circles
and i end up where i started
my lungs just aren't big enough
for how loud i want to scream
and let everyone know how much i hate
and the few things i love
writing
having the blues
my sad songs
and you
bring me back down
off the roof top
but you know?
it's funny how a few written words
can make me feel better
now matter how depressed i might seem
no matter how rotten my core
my soul has become