Drag a chair across the floor.Scratch your name into the wood above my door.You really gave it your all, buy you're finishedhere.You are finished here! I say to myself.I color like a virus.It's so f**ing unhealthy. Wrapped up so cozy I could easily go unaware.When I open up I spill over and over and over.My eyes burn like sores so I keep them closed whenever I can.