Akathisia

Almost always I think that you’re disgusted by me

My muse, forsooth, I am too

Almost always I dream of breaking us free

Can you be the panacea? And help to pull me through

I wish you didn’t have to do this

Deal with all the bullshit I keep in between the crackle and the hiss

I wish you didn’t know me like this

But you do, and I am broken-crumbling to bits

Almost all day I wanna be someone else

My muse, don’t move, I can’t see

Almost all day I’m on the bottom shelf

Can you be the panacea? This final remedy