Courts

I hadn't hit the bottom
They had seen me falling
And they yelled out, “Oh, we got him!”
The autumn, it can also be the fall
I spring into things, and I never think about it at all
And it could do me some good
To think of all the things I could be doing
But instead I'll sit in my room and be ruined

On a roof with my friends. a skyline filled with cigarettes
Climbing out of windows. Another day, I suppose
It wasn't anything new. Reminded me of you
I stood up. I looked at the moon
The ceiling was appealing with the stars that were punctured
In the lungs of the people who were feeling without functions

Me, a space heater, and a guitar
Sitting in a bedroom
Falling apart
Sometimes I digress from what I'm talking about
It stresses me out!