I've been thinking about death a lot lately
Not causing it, not dealing with it
But that I'm already dead

I clenched a tack in my fist yesterday
I have yet to feel it

I can't tell if I'm defining myself through other people
Or if I have to use them to simulate feeling within me

Remember that playground ride
Spinning around in circles
Again and again
Faster and faster
Laughing and screaming
It always made me sick
I hated that thing
I rode it all the time