why is it so hard for me to deal, with your transparent judgments and constant pressure?
sometimes i just want to explode, leave my blood on the drift wood and your shame follows
sometimes i just want to quit, hang myself from the madrone
you'll find me in the morning
half decomposed, your problems go, right out the window
it can be so hard for me to feel, but mostly say that i love and accept myself
sometimes i just want to implode, disappear into blackness, clearness follows
sometimes i just want to hide, go swimming at high tide
you'll never find me
i'll just float, your problems go, right out the window
