&what if you don't get
exactly what you want
exactly when
you want it?
&what if i'm at home again
and i want to blow my face off.
not literally of course.
please don't call the cops.
i'm just saying lately
(and i don't know why it is)
there's something about this place...
i feel like i'm suffocating.
i wish i could figure it out
i wish i could figure so many things out
i wish you didn't always have to get
your way.
i wish i didn't always want to get
mine.
&what if he's too busy today
he won't be he can't be he'd never--
see i've been bothered a lot lately
by things that wouldn't usually eat me alive and
i've been thinking like...
but the air in here--the still, dusty...
these are the kind of thoughts
it puts into my head and makes
me want to blow my face off.
proverbially. of course.
