Koalas

I can't handle opening lines

They stick to my tongue

Or I simply can't find them

And when they finally realize

The person's moved away

And self-sarcasm fills my mind

And I don't really get butterflies

Just my chest fills with bricks

And my body feels inclined to break down

I guess that's where we start this time

(1-2-3!)

Let's take a trip between my ears

Under my bed, uncover my fears

I'm trying my best to keep my chin up

Though I'm kneeling at the chopping block

And I ignore the future to avoid the shakes

I'm up all night

Just for the sake of staying awake

I bruise myself to the music I wish I could make