I thought I knew where I was going,
But then I thought about you again today,
I thought how you make my skin crawl,
If I was in the same room as you,
But then I thought about your voice,
How it would guide me through the darkest hour,
As smooth as milk across my lips,
Too soft you scream, too soft,
I let you and everyone else walk all over me,
Get tough, you echo,
Grow up, you bello,
Before more pills hit my tounge,
There is nothing, nothing,
Just me and this chair,
In this room.
And your voice, you entered.
My skin, crawling,
The walls deforming, squishing me in the space,
Hello, are you home?