i wish i was cool enough to be places
i wish i had a voice that was wanted
i hate crumbling in the heat of your faces
and mumbling for my need to feel hunted
your bubbles turn my fingers to bone
and my spine keeps shrinking
i'd jump to trade my skin for a home
and a time without winking
your mumbles cast my singer to stone
in my mind it's blinking
the clump my brain has hid in his dome
with a crime about thinking
looking down on collective smiles
where i've never been a thought
crawling through glass for miles
just to end up getting caught
on my eroding tongue
on my blistered thumb
i'm right
i'm right
i'm right here
is the worst place i've been
drowning under rocks of kin
all your webbing rips my skin
is cross hatched brittle and thin
i want to be in your spin
but my voice can't break the wind
or begin
(why can't i just combine
they don't want me, it's not fine
why can't i cry)
((i don't know why i can't speak, my mouth is open
i don't know why i can't see where i'm choking
i don't know why, i won't know why))