suffering with interest

Had another fight now I’m back in the corner Time to think to myself, and figure out my disorder All these fucking problems find their way in No talk no touch you just pretend you’re sleeping Are we feeling sad enough? Do you think we’re out of touch? Are we feeling bad enough? Enough to say that enough’s enough Hard to talk about problems when we can’t hear ‘em Even harder to look at myself in the mirror I’ve got another excuse can I come and see you I know I make you sick. I just want to be near you. Are we feeling sad enough? Do you think we’re out of touch? Are we feeling bad enough? Enough to say that enough’s enough Put my head through the fucking wall Learn brand new ways to forget my name Drink myself to death inside my home If I’m dead, there’s no one left to blame