The sky's not bright
It's LED street lights
Once a week I sit in this tiny miskept room
And talk about my problems for an hour or so
But every other moment, they're relative
The minute you stop naming
Is the moment you're free
but I still say aloud when my heart is racing
My heart is racing
My palms are sweaty
My head feels dizzy
I think I'm dying
Make one move and the whole thing's f**ed
I'm so tiny compared to space around
And I dissolve into the scenery
I had a dream that you hurt me
But you can't be held responsible
Or even held for that matter
In a way after all that has happened
I'm surprised I see comfort and familiarity
And seek the constant of this room
I never understood long division, cell division or car collisions