eg0 - Atlas

They said it feels just like catharsis

But more short-lived and less concise

I guess it could have been my ego

I couldn’t trust that they were right

My youth walked a fine line: she would etch it afternoons

Plan a path around the casket she imagined as her doom

Walked so many fine lines, they wove a web — then a cocoon

Then a sheet set so cozy I could never leave my room

I was Ebenezer scrooge in the bad mood phase

Skipping class just to bask in the bathroom breaks

The panache everlast like tuck, but the tattoo’s fake

All’s well that turns bad moods great

I don’t believe much in actual fate

It’s fun to pretend that there’s some magical weight

But I don’t put much into actual fate

Maybe in the back of my brain… sometimes

They said it feels just like catharsis

But more short-lived and less concise

They said it feels just like catharsis

I couldn’t trust that they were right

They said it feels just like catharsis

They said it feels just like catharsis