I can't feel like you can
I couldn't scream if I tried
I wanna be who you lean on
When you're feeling the weight of the world on your back
When you fold from the pressure
I'll show you it's gonna be fine
I know that it's hard to learn lately
You'll never be a wise old man when you turn eighteen
I can tell you that right now
I'd spend my time around speakers I can blast nice sounds out of
Or looking down at forests from mountains
It's turbulent times and I've almost thrown my towel in
A thousand times in countless regards
Trying to turn it all one-eighty like an owl's head or Mars in the time span of
Seven hundred thirty-eight minutes
You barely notice you learned to hate living again
Till your tearducts flood in the car once a week
And other times you hurt you feign indifference
You're often dismissive, you're often abrasive and rough
But I offer to you an invitation to crumble by my window sill
You don't have to talk I know your deal
I know you
Everybody's a mess of ailments
Our intentions aren't all unfailingly bad
Sorry sitting in moonlight's stale
We can move like snails if you need that
I don't know how to be human either
I forget that I'm real like half the time
Every feeling you feel makes sense
If the tears take stress off my shoulder is there for them too