Doctor

Chemical imbalance and

my best man

work hand-in-hand to fuck things up

in my head-in-head

we think of reasons to doubt and shallow out

really awful plans.

It comes with the contract. My

pen, it

can't write anymore

and I've decided that I'll live in this apartment

apart from the chaos that I created, hand-in-hand with

my head-in-head.

Just go to bed

they said, they said.