trapped in a bubble, waiting to pop!

everything's going to be okay.
tell yourself that at the end of the day.
brown leaves crack beneath my feet.
i'm dry like they are. my soul's worn and beat.
so what's the use of trying when you're sitting alone crying,
and i'm doing the same fucking thing. it's kind of funny how we both do it alone. kill the lights and let the electric charge hang in the air until we finally scare ourselves to sleep with nightmares that kill us as we weep.
everything's going to be okay. just try to believe those words you say.
i'll do my best to take your word for it. i can't tell that to myself anymore.
i've got a creeping suspicion that this acute contradiction means more than you might let on, so i'm not saying anything for sure.
i'm sick of breaking like the waves on shore.
don't believe in me anymore.
there's nothing left to say to you.
your silence says it all.
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it's not getting any easier.
it's not getting any better.
it's not getting any happier.
if i dive in, i won't come out any wetter.
it's not getting any less complicated.
it's not getting any easier to do.
it's not getting under my skin so much.
if i dive in, i won't come back to you.