Akathisia

Almost always I think that you’re disgusted by me
My muse, forsooth, I am too
Almost always I dream of breaking us free
Can you be the panacea? And help to pull me through
I wish you didn’t have to do this
Deal with all the bullshit I keep in between the crackle and the hiss
I wish you didn’t know me like this
But you do, and I am broken-crumbling to bits
Almost all day I wanna be someone else
My muse, don’t move, I can’t see
Almost all day I’m on the bottom shelf
Can you be the panacea? This final remedy