the music in my earbuds bleeds out without a thought
they're not the best but they're a pair my mom kindly bought
my music is loud to overpower the screaming in my head
paranoia all about how my boyfriend's gonna end up dead
now i know it's not rational, and it doesn't make much sense
but he's driving in a car with no phone and i can't stand the suspense
is he alright, is he safe, is he even alive?
i have to remind myself he's just out for a drive
guitar fills my ears and overwhelms the sound
of my thoughts all fighting on a bloody battleground
violent impulses, upon i'll never act
the loved ones i would never attack
it's all just such filth i can't stand it
when i voice the images i'm treated as a misfit
but the desire is still constantly there, waiting
an undercurrent that's forever frustrating
i hate it
i hate it
i hate it
