Surrounded by things I want to love
But I can't find anything that I can love
I've had to give up on even more
Again
There aren't many things I want to say
The feelings I can't save keep spilling out
I've gotten used to forgetting
And I've gotten boring
I've got to ask, what's
Fun about me? And what's beautiful?
Because my tears mean that I've got feelings?
"The sky's beyond blue"
"Are the clouds free?"
"What a nice planet"
I keep getting more boring
Will you allow it?
Will you give up?
I want affirmation, so
Thinking of all this
Is basically just an excuse
And I'm still unlovable
From within the fog
That I spit out
Fumbling, searching for
An indistinct, yet distinct
Charm point