and 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 know i know i know i know i know i know but i can't care to write for you. it's quiet here where you are not surprised by anything people tell you and your mistakes have become pleasant reminders that people are paying attention, it's quiet here where you still have to write because you are broken and no amount of anything you could need now could ever fix it's quiet because the missing space doesn't cut the loop it grows together only to short circuit itself, i left the house twice today, once suffer through more mind numbing self control and another to get papers, io got doritos too, the spicy nacho kind. my lips kind of burn, and my mouth feels dry, i remember when we meant it, or at least i did, i'll never get where you're going you'll never get where i've been. i don't even wanna gt anywhere anymore, i just want you to shut up.