I'm not sure what's the day
Sometime this week
I need a train
I need more time
I'm done fucking around
I keep feeling this weight
And I can't breathe from underneath
A whole heap of grief
I need to let it out
They won't undеrstand
Timing out
Butterflies, fly around
Butterfliеs, fly around
Maybe with space
It might get better
Things might get better
Things might get better
Feel it all
And feel it all again
