I feel like I was born 4,000 years ago, but dead tired by the time that I was 25. I'm feeling confident in my time spent here while straying from an unhealthy fear. Holy fallen father are you there? I'm screaming at nothing. But the words coming from me are not in your name. Isn't it impressive the way I play it off? So make sure that they all hear you when you speak. Your mouth is open so wide and I am sinking so deep. I'm trying way too hard to keep my shit together without thinking about all the things you say I could do better.