Pillow.

the moon tells me its morning i woke up 2am
stuck alone to ponder why i’ve wasted days on end
the world seems scary and disturbing up outside of my bed
so i’ll just sit here hiding, covers lifted over my head

cuz my pillow can’t hurt me like the people do
headphones on my head to block the people out my eardrums
not gon leave my house unless theres a reason to
but i’m too busy ignoring the world for there to be one
i’m sick of seeing myself every day
at the bottom of my shower staring up through my reflection
i don’t look good enough to see my friends
i don’t want the humans i avoid to realize what i’ve become



walkin through the trees and moonlight tells me i’m looking good
nobody round to judge or ask why i don’t sound how i should
so as i sit and pluck these strings atop a bridge made of wood
i’m harmonizing with river singing bout what i could… do to be social

cuz the moonlight can’t hurt me like the people do
headphones on my head to block the people out my eardrums
not gon leave my house unless theres a reason to
but i’m too busy ignoring the world for there to be one
i’m sick of seeing myself every day
at the bottom of my shower staring up through my reflection
i don’t look good enough to see my friends
i don’t want the humans i avoid to realize what i’ve become