meltdown

nobody knows how to clean up this mess

the puddle of person on the cool wood floor

he can't breathe, help him, lord

he can't breathe

he laughs and laughs and laughs

and nothing was ever funny to him

tracing the cracks in the ceiling because

he can't see anything else

static buzzing in his hands, his feet, his face

one day he'll vibrate right out of his mind

and he knows he's scaring everyone

he's ever loved, it doesn't help