Chill Out

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I remember when we were younger we'd pull all of the shelves out of the refrigerator
We'd take turns being shut into our own cool coffins, whilst telling stories of the kids who got stuck in
We were so matter-of-fact, distracted by little acts of morbid fascination
And that's what goes through my mind when you're telling me, "It's fine, it's cool, relax. Why don't you chill out?"
You tell me to take it easy but all I ever do is give too much away
I'm a thousand words a minute but I still have time to judge the things I say
You tell me I'm a little over-the-top and you might be right cause I can hear the gunshots
Rip holes in my stomach and I'm holding my guts in with my fingers as I hold myself back
I remember when I boiled over my therapist said, "Plunge your face into icy water."
She said it would make me real again, feel again
The others said, "Thank god, we can have a quiet meal again."
I read about how the ice caps have kept ancient viruses trapped and now they melt with each rotation
Is it possible my passion is a pestilence that's thawing the permafrost and that's the reason you tell me to chill out?
You tell me to take it easy but all I ever do is give too much away
I'm a thousand words a minute but I still have time to judge the things I say
You tell me I'm a little over-the-top and you might be right cause I can hear the gunshots
Rip holes in my stomach and I'm holding my guts in with my fingers as I hold myself back
I bite back my retort
You see this as a sport
And I watch distressed as your tongue gets dressed in its red flag of profound disinterest
I'm jealous I'll admit, cause you never have to try for it
While I've got two sleeves and a single heart
So for fairness' sake, I tear myself apart
You tell me to take it easy but all I ever do is give too much away
I'm a thousand words a minute but I still have time to judge the things I say
You tell me I'm a little over-the-top and you might be right cause I can hear the gunshots
Rip holes in my stomach and I'm holding my guts in with my fingers as I hold myself back
And that's what goes through my mind when you're telling me, "It's fine, it's cool, relax
"Why don't you chill—
"Why don't you chill—
"Why don't you chill out?"

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