you want to run away, but you're too attached to this town your body is spinning, your mind is reeling up and down, over, around, from the inside out you need to get out of your head, but you can't escape you should apologize, but you're paralyzed by hate you just want to quiet the noise, but the storm never abates you're stuck in a loop. again, and again, and again the only thing that ever helps is picking up a pen.