Tell Me Something

I am sorry
I really don't call enough
I don't know how
To talk about this sort of thing

It kills me
How much you obviously care
Sickness sometimes
Isn't as obviously there

I promise you, mom
This time things are gonna change
When you last called
I just wasn't feeling that
Great to talk to you again
And dad, and all my friends

I know, I know better than to
Swallow a second stick of glue
Excuses shift and rearrange
I have no one else to blame

I know I know I know I know
I know I know I know I know
I know I know I know I know
I know I know

I am sorry
Hard to believe after the hundredth time
I don't know how
To be okay with being alive

Something trembles in my chest
Afraid of those who know me best

You're aging fast
I never grow
You're always proud
I know I know

I don't know how
To talk about this sort of thing
It kills me
It kills me
It kills me