Collector

i feel fine when the stars align,

i feel fine when my body's warm.

you feel fine all the time.

it ******* feels cold.

it's just the kids these days--

they make me feel so old.

i don't feel comfortable in my own skin.

i think the best is only over.

the night is slowly closing in,

and i'm staring at my thighs.

you watch an episode and nothing more,

i think i'd rather not be sober.

i feel fine when i'm walking home.

the cold waits til i get inside.

but i can't tell the difference.

i hate you for this.

it feels like yesterday,

you were closing up my blinds,

you didn't want the world to see you

in my bed and sleeping past morning.

it's hard enough to say

i'm taking care of myself

when i'd give the world for nothing more

than a call, just telling me you're still the same.

you collect,

when i grind my teeth,

when it's hard to breathe

you collect,

when i watch the time,

when you're on my mind

you collect,

when i see your name,

when i blame the pain,

you collect.