“I’ll start over and tell you it’s hard to not feel angry.
my slump began at alternative school.
&& I made it only two weeks and I could hardly do it.
I’d rather bail than try to play it cool.
&& my mother shes flimsy
she never even tried to be there for me or focus here at all.
she’d rather be my best friend and as you could imagine this bounding jump is leaning towards a fall.
&& my anxiety runs wild it’s tearin up my bones
my anxiety runs wild it wont leave me alone
(leave me alone)
&& my parents are memories of what they always could be
drugged up, passed out lyin on the couch.
they are no help to my problems.
god knows they can’t solve ‘em
i need some strength to just figure this out
&& my anxiety runs wild, it’s tearin up my bones
&& my anxiety runs wild it wont leave me alone
it wont leave me alone
&& I’m not where I’m from
I’m not just a pair of their jeans
i will define myself
&& wipe this black slate clean!”—Max Bemis "Clean Slate"