Even Though

May 5

Nothing but gray, and a little more

After all these shades, heartstrings have torn

I simply can’t figure it out

So I end up blocking out the thoughts

However my existential dread is in the limelight

Like prickly cacti in desolate flowerpots

I can’t fake true love

I can’t flake on true friends

I can’t not make lasting bonds

I can’t not make amends

I can’t bake for shit

Or snort a goddamn line

I might be low, but at least I’m high

Maybe I could learn to have a good time

I’m in a constant place of fright

I can’t just slow and reverb the moonlight

I don’t always know what I feel

I’m either way too numb or it’s way too real

My head is on the other side of the court

So I guess I’m in it for the long count

I’ll be making my own Dresden

So go ahead and cue the semicolons

Even though I’m depressed I won’t forget to fake smile

Even though I can’t sleep I won’t forget to yawn

Even though I’m desensitized I won’t forget to look around

Even though I care sometimes I can’t help but drown it out

Even though I don’t feel at least these rain sound effects help

Even though I’m desensitized I still try to enjoy a sunset or two

Even though I won’t hurt myself my arms are covered in tattoos

Even though I communicate why do I feel so confused

Even though I’m desensitized at least I ain’t bruised

Even though I’m a hopeless romantic I can be alone

Even though I can’t arch my feet I still get up and firmly stand

Even though I’m desensitized I hope I will once again run in sand

In That Popcorn Ceiling