If I'm gonna start living,
Something else is gonna have to go.
It looks like it might be hygiene
Or love for other people.
I could hear them talking about me:
"Two-and-a-half weeks is way too long for me to be in there."
I don't want all that free time to remember I'm going to die.
"It's just that age when nothing fits."
Brotherly Baffled. Sisterly Selfish.
I'm not sure it's worth it to tell you I'm doing well,
Because even I don't really believe it.
It's not a lie, it's just so wrong.
