something soon
car seat headrest
biting my clothes to keep from screaming
taking pills to keep from dreaming
i want to break something important
i want to kick my dad in the shins
i was referring to the present in past tense
it was the only way that i could survive it
i want to close my head in the car door
i want to sing this song like i'm dying
heavy boots on my throat i need
i can't talk to my folks i need
all of my fingers are froze i need
only one change of clothes i need
my head is my head is my head is
stay inside all this winter
filling out forms from a busted printer
i want to talk like raymond carver
i want to turn down the goddamn tv
binging on the latest sitcom
feeling guilty every second it's on
i want put my foot through a window
i want to romanticize my headfuck
heavy boots on my throat i need
i can't talk to my folks i need
all of my fingers are froze i need
only one change of clothes i need
my head is my head is my head is
let's burn this house down.