cataclysmic visions i get palpitations at night i dream about some floating poet then i get up and i write and while i m sure some write to feel content and keep away the madness the reason i keep doing this is to document my sadness when i m awake i m losing self esteem but when i drift away to sleep i have these self important dreams so please just chase me up the stairs just one last time nick me on the ankle and then tell me that we re fine tell me that we re fine i know it s pathetic in a world with so much pain i m feeling sorry for myself but i can t seem to shake this shame so i act like i m impervious to the shit that s thrown my way and i know i shouldn t care but i feel hideous today when i m awake i m losing self esteem but when i drift away to sleep i have these self important dreams so please just chase me up the stairs just one last time nick me on the ankle and then tell me that we re fine tell me that we re fine would you believe it sylvia plath and me in a rubber boat out at sea hunched against the cold we were tired and we were old we shared abridged biographies and told dirty jokes as our extremities started to freeze clouds overhead i hung on every word she said she said is it the sea you hear in me it s dissatisfactions or the voice of nothing that used to be your madness it ll soon be dawn so hurry up and row or is it that you ve got nowhere else to go i can see you lonely behind the eyes i can see you and in a sense i used to fucking be you and one day you ll be me and maybe then you ll see some boats weren t built to float so hurry up and row hurry up and row hurry up and row  chase me oh please chase me up the stairs just one last time nick me on the ankle and then tell me that we re fine
['acoustic punk', 'folk punk', 'queercore']