Minor Acts of Cannibalism

Sometimes I wish that I could see you staring back inside of me so when I open up my mouth I′d hear your words come pouring out, but I know

The grass is green and I still linger in between who I am and everyone I see

And sometimes, but just sometimes

I wish I could wake up wearing your skin, cause then I would be calm cool and collected and all the things I've never been

I want you to swallow my eyes so I can find out what′s inside cause I wanna wear, I wanna wear you out.

But what's the point of raising your own voice just to say, something you don't even really mean anyway

Why is it so sincere, to make yourself appear, so sick with all your heavy doubt when you′re doing fine?

What to do when you′re sick of being you, when everything you are is something you outgrew?

What to do when i get sick of your life too?

At least it's true that everyone feels like you, at least sometimes.