They said it feels just like catharsis
But more short-lived and less concise
I guess it could have been my ego
I couldn't trust that they were right
My youth walked a fine line: she would etch it afternoons
Plan a path around the casket she imagined as her doom
Walked so many fine lines, they wove a web — then a cocoon
Then a sheet set so cozy I could never leave my room
I was Ebenezer scrooge in the bad mood phase
Skipping class just to bask in the bathroom breaks
The panache everlast like tuck, but the tattoo's fake
All's well that turns bad moods great
I don't believe much in actual fate
It's fun to pretend that there's some magical weight
But I don't put much into actual fate
Maybe in the back of my brain... sometimes
They said it feels just like catharsis
But more short-lived and less concise
They said it feels just like catharsis
I couldn't trust that they were right
They said it feels just like catharsis
They said it feels just like catharsis
