I'll leave my faucet on
to flood my room
much better than outrunning pain
in an empty tomb
I think my room walls are stunning

this is much better than the house setting on fire
I'm not a pretty liar
more like an honest troll
milk and tears fill my cereal bowl

the sugars talking to me
what's more addictive?
wait, whats the word?
vindictive?
I don't know if that's the word...
it's hard to write on wet paper

the faucet's still running
as more words pour in
"what do you call this emotion?"
I ask you again

I didn't mean to make such a ruckus
sorry, hard to walk through water
I tripped and fell I feel heavy now
words weigh me down
a heavy emotion fills me

I'm sure you could agree I...