I'm not sure where to begin
so let me start from now
and tell you all about it in a few minutes
on Thursday night you laughed and said you wanted to quit
that you were getting so fucking tired of all of it
walking to my next class and wondering what to say to that
in a harmless daze and going places I'm scheduled to be at
I see God and I see you
and I can't choose between the two
I have friends I just don't want to see
I don't know what's happening to me
sitting alone in my dorm and wishing things could change
thinking where we are now is so unbearably strange
I don't know what to do next
I just don't know what to do now
I don't know where we should go from here
so please hold my hand and keep me near
while we're medicated and half-asleep on the floor
until we figure out what all of this is for
I just want our hope to stay in one solid piece
without a knock on the door saying this is the police
we get separated and our parents are saying we're delirious
because our suicide attempts weren't that serious
