im pushing past my stitched shut lips to speak about the same old shit like how were growing up but going nowhere and im sick of all this lust we breathe but my lungs just need consistency yet im still changing from when you first knew me and im so drained from all my yelling cuz my whisper sounds the same ive gone and changed again changing what you thought you knew back then and im sore from holding back everything i mean to say to you im not your day dream please just bury me