There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea On the hot garbage pile in which I ****ing sleep The walls are empty, it’s so ugly, I could burn the whole place down It wouldn’t catch cause all the posters are on their way to my hometown And I am not your protagonist I'm not even my own I don't know anything I don't even know what I don't know And if you look outside you’ll see disintegrating trees The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves My wet heart catches on every thorn You’re already halfway out the door, And I’m so tiny and so old And God it’s never been so cold And it is 85 degrees, I don’t know what I need