During a panic attack
At my local KFC
I'm comforted by the fact
That the wifi's free
So I can google
"what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Why do I struggle
With things that should come so naturally?

Oh how do you keep the fear away?
Feel it rising in my throat every day
It's hard to explain you're not okay
Without sounding like the worst tumblr cliche

Some days there'll be rain
It won't always be the same
Some days there'll be pain
But you'll be yourself again

Late at night
I walk the streets alone
Bathed in lamplight
Miles away from home

I thought I'd find meaning in the night sky
But it's so damn cold and my phone's about to die
Not sure if there's much beyond you and I
So let's just grow old and never ask why