Daily Horrors (Hyperbolic)

Tear your voice to ribbons, while you endlessly search for a way out
It's a cronenberg movie: "I was a teenage boy"
And now gore and blood are pouring out of me

I don't think it's hyperbole to say you will never understand
And I'm not the type of person who can just say what's on my mind
But I'm well I'm fine

Approximate reality, by joining in the cacophony
A facsimile of yourself stands in front of you
Jesus Christ I can't live with it all
There's a constant cloud of dread
There's no difference between
Not living life and being dead

And there's jules verne book action adaptation
That's comparable to the daily horrors of
I can't explain to you but I swear to god we're all gonna die alone
I can't be left home alone
I need your cold alone

There's a bone in your heart, There are worms in your heart
Do you feel them looking out
I need help and
We're in the goddamn store, can you please not shout

God I swear I wish I could just live with myself
And there's no difference
Between not living life and being dead

I am looking at the stars right now
There is a painting leaning against my shelf
I can hear my breathing
I can feel my pillows
I touch my fingertips together in some awful hopeless way

I admired her when I saw
She saw the end of the show
And took a bow

They love you
They'll still love you
They love you
I'll still love you