Valer Verga

I've been having a shitty time since the twenty-sixth
Most scenarios don't look very good
I'm tired, sleepless, dirty, and somewhat poorly cared for
I think my feet smell awful

It's been fifteen days since I've been sick or sixteen
I keep insisting on getting up to live as well
In fifteen days, since we're counting
I think I've only showered six times

And if things are going to screw up, they better do it right
I don't want to be in the middle of black or white, I'm going to lose it
If things are going to screw up, then I'll do it too
Get ready for your best shot, I'll hit back too

Anxiety leaves me breathless
I want to talk, I want to send you far away
Where are those good memories?
Where will they go? I wish I could hold on to them

If things are going to screw up, they better do it right
I don't want to be in the middle of black or white, I'm going to lose it
If things are going to screw up, then I'll do it too
Get ready for your best shot, I'll hit back too