Manage me, I’m a mess. Turn a page, I’m a book half unread. I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough. But I’m stuck in this fucking rut, waiting on a second-hand pick-me-up and I’m over getting older. If I could just find the time, then I would never let another day go by. I’m over getting old. I’m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere. And this is my reaction to everything I fear. ‘Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste another minute here


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