I Figured It Out

 

I want myself out!

I guess, I want myself out!

Out, out of this sick place!

Out, out of this palace!

Of people, of feelings untold

Of feelings though told

Still they don’t make sense

But here it feels dense

Because feelings, they’re feelings

They were never real things

They’re just there

To let us know we’re bare

That we’re prone to suffer

That we’re fix-upper

So get me out of here.