i’ve been feeling kind of lousy
like i’m downing or drowsy
swimming in words or sleeping with pills
i act like i’m fine but really i’m ill
i feel like i’m something akin to sin
needed when convenient or when i’m “in”
and when i’m not, i’m tossed aside
i could have been greater, but you lied
look at me i’m spiraling
i cannot be, i want to see
that everything is happening
for good reason to me
there is nothing that’s happening
that is not meant to be
yes, everything is happening
for good reason to me