Shreds

The zippo’s just coughing up sparks and my tea’s too hot to drink.
I can’t scream on paper but the letters are watching me sink

I can’t find a time without me thinking
of how bad I need you
because I want you near now, don’t think
I can hold it all without you

Something’s up, up in the air, it’s hanging
I need it and every time I walk by it just bangs my head

I’m visualizing me turning into a fucking tazmanian devil and just ripping this room to shreds. Goddamn to shreds because I’ve had such an awful day.

I wish that I could write a song
This stuff’s too quiet, it’s not where it belongs
I want to sing for lots of people
To yell and scream

I guess I’m just trying to get this shit out too quick

It’s time for bed, man