have you ever felt like a waste of air?
if you slipped out of sight that no one would care?
have you ever wanted to cut off the supply,
as if the sort of pain would change and you'd be able to die
at peace?
it's all okay, i know it's just me
drifting closer to the brink of utter insanity
and who do i call who would want to stop and share
the sorrows of a lazy waste of air?
if you've ever felt like the world can turn without you--
trust me it can
but no one has the same sort of lungs as you--
enjoy breathing while it's not a chore
and i would prefer it if you ignored
me