I'd like to find the word because I can ordinarily find them, but it seems to me that... uh...
I can't seem to want to say what I was going to say

Kind to the floor when I walk
I'm just taking all my time
I'm so original
I just don't wanna fuck up
It's not intended to get her attention in my head
The last time that I ever looked up was the time I told her she was beautiful
I'm fucked up, buzzing
And I might as well buy myself an ego check from the neurotic fever I just failed to let go
I don't care so much about my social responses
When I feel this good the future doesn't fucking matter
And I'm laying, rest, when I stay up myself till one then I fade, then I fade
I give myself a headache, I'm gonna show up late
I'm trying to give it time, but I'm falling for the preface
It's not blank
I'm trying to tell her how I think

I need faith
In what pride I have
And to exchange my witnesses
'Cause I don't know them now
But I will
After I fall apart
And I can't see it
'Cause I'm not equipped

It's almost like the... the singing of-of angels or something
I think it's the... soundtrack or the film going through the...
The machine