I'M A SINK

I'd brace myself for you
The lines are all blurred and the patterns reversed
You know I'm a wreck
But you are one too so it wouldn't mean a thing to you
Hard to get you alone
I can't tell who's more scared but that's probably fair
You look good at first glance
But I'll get in your head and like it even better in there

Sometimes life just comes after you.
I'm busier than your average grade 12, but hey, I'm not going to say anything to them. Because they're pretty attached to the feeling of being the most stressed, busy, and screwed people in the world. But by now, I'm sure everyone knows, there are some weeks where the world just likes to pile it on. So what am I doing here, of all places? Well, world, I left my damn books at school. So what the hay, I figured I'd just do... well, thiiis?

I'd brace myself for all of you
But what good would that do?
When I asked you to tell it all
And all at once I'd see it all
All at once I'd see you smile
And that would be enough
And all at once that would be enough

(For about a week)
Boing.
I'm struggling to start saying what I want to say. I think that might be because I... don't? For starters, I'm listening to all these songs I used to put on repeat. They catch up with me -- they caught up with me. I wish I could just do something as simple as throw some stuff, drink some stuff, break some stuff, rework some stuff, and then feel better. Why can't that work for me? How come I can't get away with that. I want that.
Shh. I do that.

I'd brace myself for you
Because you're more than I can handle
I won't pretend to understand it all
Or that I can take it away at all
Because who really gives a ( )



//from before:
It's amazing how the same thing that drives you to the brink can bring you right back again.
It's amazing how I can chase you, and think of you, but have no idea who you are or what you look like.
It's amazing how there's just a little bit of my inner child left.

What do you say to that?
What do you say to the ever-present possibility of death?
What do you say to the ever-present possibility of your life suddenly changing?
What do you say to the ever-present possibility of making one small mistake and losing everything?
You say, "Holy ( )."
(How do you like that? I'm interactive.)

Life's too short to hold a grudge.
Life's too short to have a pet peeve.
Life's too short to stick to the clichés.
Oh ( ).