Don’t Chicken Out, Pt. 2

I sit still with lightning for a head
I sleep like a rock with spiders in my bed
I eat the dirt to learn about the land
I wave goodbye with nothing for a hand
And I breathe in terror for oxygen
I swear I'm sitting at a bus stop next to a demon
Then I breathe out nothing of consequence
I do it again, until I can manage a greeting

And it's very unfortunate that we just can't run from anything, because if we could, I think I would run from this

And it's very unfortunate that we can't really make each other feel better, because if we could, then I'd give you a kiss and that would be it