Little Needle, Olive Pit

Not good with good byes
I'm bad with hellos
Manic when I'm high
Can't stand the lows

I'm a mess, I'm a wreck, I'm pathetic
I let it get to my head when I'm lying in bed
And I'm bad at the things I love
And I love too many things that are bad for me

I'm self medicated
Usually I'm wasted
Unappreciated
It's so frustrating

I need rest, I request anesthetics
Just let it run through my veins, let it fill my brain
Cause I feel too many things at once
And I hate feeling nothing at all

Little needle, olive pit
A hunger that my bones are not used to
Do you believe that pain is something that can exist outside of a body?
You once asked me why I never told you
That you had a bad haircut
& I replied that I did
Everyone did
What else is left behind
When the water starts to rise?
We don't keep record of the things we forget
Even now, I'm scared I've said too much
Little needle, olive pit
I want nothing more than to believe that everyone loves me



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Adame
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