sickcrydie

We were texting bout something innocuous
Like TV shows or podcasts or
Dungeons and dra-agons
We are always cute and kind to each other
You would never hurt me intentionally
No you’re my guy

Then something got lost in communication
Suddenly I feel like I got stuck at the wrong station
Demons from my past rear their heads from the tracks
And suddenly I'm paralysed by my traumatic past

First I'm feeling sick
(Feeling sick)
Then I wanna cry
(Wanna cry)
Then I get
(Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get)
The strongest feeling
That I wanna die

Crying on the floor, repetition compulsion
Looking for read receipts
Trapped in dysfunction
I just need you to tell me you love me
But my behavior’s entirely contrary

I know what I'm feeling’s completely irrational
Nothing you’ve done is overtly infractional
This is just demons and ghosts and liches
For now, I'm the one who’s got the stitches

I love you yeah you know I do
I just got a little loose screw
Demons sure do mess with you
Make you wanna cry it’s true