Off -

Something always just kinda looks off

It works its way down into my walk

It’s being sick without knowing what to do

It’s being sick without anything to prove

Every day you wake up beside me, defining, confining

It’s real, electric, dysphoria that builds

It waves it floods into my empulse

Sometimes I feel like I walk the walk

Most of the time it feels like it just won’t stop

It’s being uncomfortable in your own skin

Extra weight pushing out from within

Don’t want a perfect face

A job or my own place

No one for me to chase

Nothing’s lost when nothing’s gained

I don’t need anything from you

I don’t give a fuck what you do

Never wanted more than I knew

I don’t need anything from you

Lie to myself, so I can breath

Or maybe blind, so I can see

It never stops, the world you replace

Passing me by, while I just remain