Who am I I listen to cars go by Remembering that time I was part of that eager flight But now I just look through blinds In my house Down the street On the block In the city I'm just in my house Down the street On the block For no one hears a thing We bite our tongues until they bleed Silently concave forms Spread across concrete floors And sigh with no relief Who am I I don't want the answer sometimes Remembering my mind Before it feared everyday life And how it shows through my eyes In my house Down the street On the block In the city I'm just in my fucking house Down the street No one wants to hear me scream No one wants to hear a God damn thing So I bite our tongues until they bleed Silently my concave form Spreads across concrete floors And sighs with no relief Unraveling; one thread that holds the seams My tar soaked lungs that can barely breathe Flushed cheeks; rapid nerve endings Oh, clench the fists and pound Till everything falls down Hide your face until your muscles tense and quake Someone release me from this God damn state But they never really believe me anyway Oh, is this real? Oh no, no, no Oh, is this real this thing you feel Oh no, no, no Oh, is this real Oh no, no, no Oh, is this real, this pain you say you feel Oh no In the house Down the street For no one hears a thing So we bite our tongues until they bleed Silently my concave form Spreads across concrete floors And sigh with no relief