i pluck my skin clean off
and collapse into myself
it keeps playing in the background
  i don't think i love you anymore
it twists and tugs and yearns for release
but do i release for attention?
it keeps playing in the background
  you don't have to hold me anymore
my eyes have needles in them
they make stitches through my head
it keeps playing in the background
  i don't think I love you anymore