It seems every so often, as I crack my spine, it’s like when a xenomorph explodes. I feel that acid in my bloodstream creepin’ through my veins to my old bones. And I remember summer. I remember being nineteen. I remember lyin’ in your bed and how it felt to fall in love for the first time.
Now, I’m sitting at home alone; crackin' my bones to feel.
And I’ve been meeting with people, trying to justify how my actions were appropriate under extreme situations and I never knew if I’d survive. But I’m still here breathing. I remember how it felt to be completely alone. And I remember being lost. I remember being cold. I remember how it feels to have fear rip through your bones.
Because I’m (just) sittin’ at home alone; drinkin’ coffee to feel.
I’m feelin' strung out 'cause I’ve been sweatin' through my sheets. First, you threw me to the wolves, but now you say you need my help ‘cause I can’t let them die like this.
Just (fuckin’) sitting at home alone; doin’ anything to feel.
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