Good News

Your long hair, a short walk My biggest fear and a slow watch The thin air, my ribs creak Like wooden dining chairs when you see me Always scared That every situation ends the same With the blank stare me in the tap water Circling the sink drain Because it's heavy I'm trying really hard To keep my nose clean The blue out of my arms But it's not easy It's not easy When what you think of me is important And I know it shouldn't be so damn important But it is to me And I'm only ever screaming at myself in public I know I shouldn't act this way in public I know I shouldn't make my friends all worry When I go out at night and grind my teeth like sutures My mouth like a wound When I stay up and throw my voice about you Or less about you and more about how I ruined Everything I think could be good news