I won’t lie, Carlie.

I’ve been thinking of death a lot.

Not killing myself to be free,

But this stress doesn’t seem natural.

I need to get out on the sea

And smoke cigarettes until my lungs give out.

My vision has been clogged and I can see.

I need to drive across the states

And get some time to breathe.

Why do I need to be successful?

Can’t I just forget about home and be free?

The weather is too fucking cold.

I can’t stay here and be happy.

This town is too fucking old.

I’m not looking for a purpose anymore, Carlie.

I just want to go through life and just be.

That’s all I really need.

Maybe then I’ll feel okay.

Maybe I just need some time to just be.

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