In running
Blue ink from ballpoints
Across an empty page
I'm spilling all my unseen insides upon this stage
And when my arms start shaking
And when I quit sleeping
And when I stop breathing
Then we'll start to worry
Two hundred milligrams to calm me down and put my out
But I still cannot breathe
I'm drowning in open oceans
Of false romantic dreams
I'm feeling a little less
With each bottle I empty
I stopped caring
But it didn't help me at all
I stopped crying
But it didn't help me at all
I kept drinking
But it didn't help me at all
Oh god, I can't breathe at all
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