Will you stay by me if I spend another year writing sad songs about myself?
Will you comfort me if I spend another evening incapable of breathing?
I think about you constantly
I wanted you to know that I'm terrified of everything but I'm not afraid of being next to you
When I leave the house I feel so weak but maybe if I listen to the same three records on repeat
I can do my shitty job just well enough to pay the rent and I'd unleash my nervous energies into something different
Maybe I'll just find content with the brief moments that we spend
Maybe I won't end up panicking inside the parking lot again