Words Fail Me (I Fail Them, Too)

Sudden summer storms where the world feels as angry as it oughta be

Hope you find some comfort in the thought of me

My heart, the organ, not the idea strains to keep my life here

Five years, trying not to fall back

I never learn my lesson

Soon as the door’s closed, I try to count my blessings

Self-destruction felt like disinfecting

Out of euphemisms for it, baby, I’m a mess again

I’m good with words, but that won’t change the earth’s direction

And my father’s good with words, he still maintains his innocence

Every song I write still drips with my first crush’s influence

It’s just that no one’s been that gentle with me since

I float away when I disobey with no time to pray for forgiveness

My intuition, it goes out of vision

And I cannot follow what’s not in frame

Now I just wanna be an old lady

I know there’s nothing pretty in crazy

I know you were right the whole time

I know I’m out of line, and self-awareness alone will not save me

Sleepy, hopeless, girl but I make it sound pretty if I can

Finally got what I wanted, someone to hear and understand

My private Snapchat stories still scare my high school friends

I stand in front of my mic, and fuck my song up again

Guess I'll go cry to my mom, get so stoned I can't think

Try to write another song, spit some blood into the sink

Justify taking so long when really nobody asked

What could be keeping me from completing a finished task?

Oh, you're along for the ride, I appreciate the thought

But I have this sinking feeling the end may not fit the plot

The end may not fit the plot, the end may not fit the plot, the end may not fit the plot, fit the plot fit the- fuck, I'm sorry