There’s a new level of loneliness that the song gives me.
Something the drinking started.
Something from watching people go.
Something from getting no calls.
The words are so specific, but the feeling is so universal.
I want to die.
I want to live harder.
I want to feel people.
I want to hurt.
I do hurt.
Sleep is trying to get in.
The mania is holding on.
I’m trying to let go.