There's so much I could do to calm down, but nothing's the same as being held in your arms.
So when you aren't around I turn to my old bad habits.
Elastic snaps on my wrists to remind me that I'm always awake.
I could fill my body with poisons, but I know you wouldn't approve.
I fill my body with anything else I can find, and eat the stress away, or maybe eat nothing at all.
I could continue to do nothing but find ways to inflict pain on this uncomfortable bag of bones, or just keep thinking of you and cry all alone.
