Falling Apart
Slow Pulp
2:47I have too much in my pockets I wish they were empty And now it feels like my palms are sweaty I'm not ready Oh, my shirt sits on my body Like it's not for me And now I'm trying to find my way out I wish I knew how I just think I'm too high High High High My limbs are feeling lazy Why won't they work with me? And now I can't seem to focus my eyes On anything