The pain isn't that bad.
The walks aren't that long.
The plot isn't that sad.
But the vibe is all wrong.
I can't hit the right note.
I can't get the right beat.
I want to jump off something,
Feel the air under my feet.
My hair is filled with knots.
My clothes smell like cigarette.
I'm pounding my guitar.
My skin is being shed.
I'm spinning round and round.
I feel you tug on my stained shirt.
They all give me looks.
I'm the furthest from alert.
I'm jumping but not leaving the ground.
I say things I don't mean.
A whisper is a loud sound.
I feel a spotlight on me.
I'm out of place.
