Good News

Your long hair, a short walk
 My biggest fear and a slow watch
 In the thin air, my ribs creak
 Like wooden dining chairs when you see me
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 Always scared that every situation ends the same
 With a blank stare
 Me and the tap water circling the sink drain
 Because it's heavy, but I'm trying really hard
 To keep my nose clean and the blue out of my arms
 But it's not easy, it's not easy
 When what you think of me is important
 And I know it shouldn't be so damn important
 But it is to me
 And I'm only ever screaming at myself in public
 I know I shouldn't act this way in public
 I know I shouldn't make my friends all worry
 When I go out at night and grind my teeth like sutures
 My mouth like a wound
 When I stay up and throw my voice about you
 Or less about you and more about how I ruin
 Everything I think could be good news