Some things are too far away from my simple comprehension.

I am too worrisome to understand some things.

My heart beats too fast for some people.

The saddest thing i know is probably me.

I rearrange rooms to feel better about myself.

Move the mirror to the closet, the light to the hallway and the speaker to my chest.

Stacking books in my rib cage shelf

Stacking smoke in my defaced lungs,

Great portrayal of a human embodying self doubt.

I don't worry however, my own life will turn out tomorrow.

I want a husband in 60 years, i don't want to die alone, and i'm worried it won't happen.

But i don't worry enough that i'll actually fucking do something about it.

Some things just don't make sense to me.

My ideologies may seem to be one. Rearrangement of my own emotions.

When i'm happy i cry, when i'm sad ill smile,

And i put the angry to my feet.

Sprinting somewhere

Running away from confrontation. I can't accept that it is my fault i'm alone.

I can't accept it's my fault i'm alone,

I can't accept it.

It's my fault i'm alone

And Some things just don’t make sense.