The Whip

Pent up tectonic plates, ready to release Sweet little nothings that can't put my mind at ease I don't sleep well at night, staring up into the stars Wind rushing through the backyard The freeway and the cars are so loud Eating next to nothing, almost every day As if I had the money, and could make the voices go away I've never felt like I'm so insane And I know that I'm nothing but a worthless waste of space I haven't seen the sun in seven days I'm so tired of thinking about all the ways that everything can go wrong And sure I'd like to change but then how would I write all these sad songs that make me feel like I belong Even if I know that I'm wrong