i'm sick of this outfit i killed you in
i've cleansed it and drowned myself
i've cleaned and cleaned but i can't clean away this sin
please oh please why won't these long sleeves be clean
i'm sick of hiding away in these jeans, i'm sick of being to scared to shit
man, i'm sick of this outfit
where does the sky start
where does my sleeve end
they're both so black, so blurry, so out of it
somebody please give me a dollar to lend
i can't afford another identity, this outfit is all i've been
i can't hide who i am with these dirty sleeves
i can't change, it won't go away, i can't change
i can't take it off, this outfit
to shower in or swim in, to exercise in or sleep in
my life has been returned once again, to this empty pit
i miss the dresses, the skirts, the leggings, the blouses
i'll always be stuck
i'll always be hurt
i was free from this shirt, these trousers
for the longest time
but then i realised
this outfit will forever be mine.
a/n: inspired by tyler joseph's, "drown"
-k
