I wear my t-shirt and my jeans, every day shaking the seams. They're not breaking apart. The word's not matching with the heart. I forgot about crescendos. I see light through the office windows. I'm staring up and reeling. I see cracks in the office ceiling. I have to say, I don't want to keep on living this way. I'm tired of all these schisms. I'm tired of this nihilism. I just want to keep on breathing.
