these floods of you are unforgiving
pushing passed me spilling through the banks
and i fall
faster than light and faster than time
that's how memory works
at least in the dark where i'm searching for meaning
when i'm just searching for something
i want out
out of every awkward day
out of every tongue tied loss
i want out
out of the burdening nightsweats
out of the rising seas of blood
lost in you like saturday nights
searching the streets with bedroom eyes
just dying to be [bad word] on [bad word] on