I’d rather you continue honestly than stifle things and let it hurt you. 'cause we just need to communicate about this, I’m not going to vanish or anything like that.
but I don't have such irrational fears. not anymore. not since the days became a fight, and I don't talk as much as I should. not to an end I could be satisfied with.
then you looked at me and said "I suppose if you're lost that you can re-trace your steps. don't count on me holding on to all your empty promises." it's not what I want, it's what you left me with. it's not sensible if you're embracing it. and everything that you never got a chance to say, I hope you say it. I hope you feel it.
I'd like to think that I was born astute, mindful of others and able to cope. I know it's untrue, you just don't want to tell me and ruin my hopes. but rarities and simple things, they differ only through affection, and I still thrash about for days just for moments of your precious attention.
if only you had said something. if only I had said something. if only you had said something, if only I had said anything. anything at all.
but I don't have such irrational fears. not anymore, not since the days became a fight. I'll convince myself I found my place trying so hard to make it seem like I'm doing alright.
Track Name: End to End
block out your problems, they don't exist. block out your problems, they don't exist anymore. but who says that I don't like it better that way? who says that I don't like it better that way, anyway?
I'm still intact, 'cause I've been through what felt like worse. it felt like hell on earth but all I can seem to do now is make myself sick. 'cause I don't exist. no, I don't exist.
block out your problems, I don't exist. we can't understand you or where you went off to, so where'd you go off to? I know I don't exist because you know I don't exist.
I'm here again filling notebooks from end to end. here again filling notebooks from end to end to end to end to; and I'm still hoping you're happy, still hoping you never have the capacity to feel this alone. I'm here again filling notebooks from end to end. here again filling notebooks from end to end to end to end to end to
Track Name: Floater
every day I swim through, they're still a daze to me, but my limbs move. it doesn't mean that I'm not trying, 'cause I swear I'm trying, I'm trying. I hope my body, that it believes me. that it can tell I'm being sincere for once.
is it okay that I'm never okay? is it dishonest to leave that out?
I'm seeing through your reservations, tripping over everything. so next time I lose my glasses, just leave me searching. 'cause I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.
I can't tell where the sky ends with the eyes I was born with.