S'mello from Charlotte by The Missing Letters

I took a walk away from all the noise today.
I’m overwhelmed with thoughts that I can’t satiate.
5 o’clock at 10am
My face is numb, but god I can’t stand the thought of faking.
My attention span is waning.
Friends that feel like strangers.
I’ll let you know when I’m coming around,
I’m coming around, I’m coming around, I’m coming around!


I think that I’d rather be at home
Watching some reruns of Malcolm in the Middle.
Or burning matches because you know that I really like the smell,
it’s sorta comforting when I start to feel so by myself
And your friend Charlotte?
Yeah I guess she’s fine.
We’d probably get along if I even cared to give the time.
We could mellow out and try to make the best of both of our situations, but anything that’s good for me just won’t do! Oh!

Why the hell am I still here?
I’m supposed to be overthinking everything in bed by now.
I feel so helplessly small in such a big room, and I can’t help that I feel so much less than you.
Tactless rationalizations, I’m grasping for some recourse.
I could try to walk it off but man that’s such a pain in my ass.
I view the world in search of, I dunno, some deeper meaning.
Just because I don’t want the help doesn’t mean that I don’t need it!

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