To Be Or Not To Be

Sometimes I think I get high off misery

And the way loneliness tastes

I'm staring into the empty space

Drawing squiggly lines in the fog on the windows



I can't stop chasing will o' wisps

Looking for magic in a dull existence

A new meaning to life others don't see

I can feel a goodbye kiss on my lips



I can't stop thinking in shattered pieces

Or let myself just be happy

My fingers are always tracing maps

Looking for the next escape route



In pigtails and stuffed bunny mode

Unsure whether I crave a gentle caress

Or a handshaped bruise on my skin

Something... something to feel