All of the things you do to try to control yourself, but who has the control? You know you're going nowhere fast, in the end, just fucking yourself, already beneath me, some kind of shell of a man,
Fingertips trembling, holding your breath. 141 unread messages. The water faucet left running. The same dream again. This is why you'll never be able to quit, why you're in it for good, why you'll keep coming back to me over and over again.