Sometimes I'd like to know the insides of my wrists
Sometimes I'd like to do what does not happen after this
It's crazy, but it seems that I do nothing but let down
I'm not doing any good
The me you know is fraught with flaw,
and I bet you wish I would
It's not crazy, it's just clear
I do nothing but let down
That another story for another time
Another valid feeling you can undermine
Another crooked notch carved in your valentine
I can hear you typing now (lol)
You're laughing out loud