What if it wasn’t NYC?
I’m simply incapable of love.What if I’m not hurt?
I’m just too broken to fix.What if it wasn’t Iceland?
I’m really that depressed.What if I’m not sick?
I’m just an awful person.What if it wasn’t South America?
I’m actually that obscene.What if I’m not being lied to?
I’m just too seduced to care.What if I’m not even crying?
I’m only begging for help.
