Here's the thing, I can't do anything right
Try as I absolutely, totally might
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash
And I'm not your protagonist
I'm not even my own
I don't know anything
I don't even know what I don't know
And if you look outside you'll see
Disintegrating trees
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves
My heart catches on every thorn
You're already halfway out the door
And I've never looked so old
And I have never been so cold
And it is 85 degrees
I don't know what I need
There's lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
The walls are empty, it's so ugly
I could burn the whole place down
It wouldn't catch
'Cause all the posters are on their way to my hometown
And I'm not your protagonist
I'm not even my own
I don't know anything
I don't even know what I don't know
And if you look outside you'll see
Disintegrating trees
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitchy leaves
My wet heart catches on every thorn
You're already halfway out the door
And I'm so tiny and so old
And, God, it's never been so cold
And it is 85 degrees
I don't know what I need