sprained ankle

Lyrics

wish i could write songs about anything other than death, but i can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths;, each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome, each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs, spilling my guts, sweat on a microphone, breaking my voice, whenever i'm alone with you, can't talk but, "isn't this weather nice? are you okay?", should i go somewhere else and hide my face?, a sprinter learning to wait, a marathon runner, my ankles are sprained, a marathon runner, my ankles are sprained