(I feel like) Someone Else
I used to think everything I ever felt
Is out there being said better by somebody else
Like I love my husband, but a little more when he’s my wife
And no one else can speak to me the way he does at night
Or that I’m haunted when it’s dark but it’s my favorite place to be
Cause I can’t see the way the fear in me bleeds
That I miss my friends living where living fucking ends
I miss my dead friends my dead friends
MY DEAD FRIENDS
And if you’re not dead I miss you still too
Because you’re someone else when sun sheds its light on you
I’m unstable like the rest but I can’t get it off my chest
Because I cut it out and left it all where I forget
That someone else already said this better than me
I wrote this earlier today after hearing an artist that really inspired me. I literally wrote this just before I go into the shower today.
I honestly have been feeling like someone else recently, like I don’t trust myself or anybody else. Like I don’t know who I love or why, like when I lay down at night it all either melts away or seeps inside. I feel confused about my life.
And everyday I’m growing more and more tired, just sick and tired of trying to express my confusion and make sense of it all. In my life, my art has always made more sense than me. That is one thing I’m not confused about.
P.S. I’m an intolerable clothes hoarder, behold.