Texty: Sleater-Kinney. Call The Doctor. Heart Attack.

i wait for
hit and run
could happen any day

i'm walking into your house
i really want to figure you out
it's always somewhere, someone new each day
as long as i'm not looking for me

insomnia
popping pills
it's still too tight
it's never right

threw out anything i own again today
something's bound to give me a disease
i still feel like nothing next to you
because you want everything
new

stress case undone preplanned no fun
i'm scared i've scared them all away
high strung let go loss of control
i'm scared i've scared them all away

heart attack
hit and run