ninety seven

I want to rip all my skin off,
It bothers me as much as my sister's breathing
Across the room
And my nana's talking to me incessantly
I hate the way my mouth feels
After I ate breakfast,
And I can't focus on my math when it's hard like this,
Because I want to rip all my skin off,
And I can't stop the way my head's spinning
With thoughts of madness and washing the car later
And writing music when I finish this
Folding my clothes when I finish that
So I'm laying in my bed now
Putting it all off
Because I can't stand anything but sleep
Or laying as still as I can manage
My face feels dry, and I know it's not,
And I want to wash the car again.
All of it's moving too fast
Moving too fast
Moving too fast
Moving
Too
Fast