I Love to Be Chill - sports.

This past year’s burned a hole in my head

I can’t keep my eyes open

At second thought I couldn’t care to listen

To any word anyone else said

I’ve been a lost cause since I can remember

Drowning

It feels like I’m drowning

Why can’t I just be dead

For now, I guess I could remain at rest;

turn my senses off for months on end

I’ll never step a foot or an inch outside of my bedroom ever again

I can’t believe I’m even alive, let alone well enough to lift my legs

I’ll dim my lights shut the door to my life and crawl into the safety of my bed

The light is so bright slipping through the cracks

Between the black out curtains and my shades

I never strive to change my life

I can’t even convince myself to behave

In situations of extreme importance

Can I even spell my name?

Drowning, why can’t I be drowning?