Nowhere

I'm so fucking used to clogging my arteries They say I am complex, ask me all about my artistry I'll probably speak tales of my pain The pen being soaked in the juices of my unstable brain Ours wigged out While other artists speak about ego I just wanna let myself go, keeping myself apart has always been an issue F*ck! im leaking! Somebody give me a tissue My tissues don't know how to handle or keep me together Everyone who ever left used to say the word forever Quite often actually It kinda has me worried there Are lies contagious Cause I'm in constant state of stop and stare And the train keeps on going and I can hardly see the rails Maybe nothing's even there