There is an epidemic
Of old steel
And young arms
Of thoughts inside the flesh
Seeping to the surface
There's an epidemic of hotlines and pamphlets and therapists
But on top there's futures
Heavy as bricks
There's an epidemic of warm bodies and ice cubes
Of wrists and hairties
Of winter short-sleeves
But there are no masks
Or mandates or vaccines
For us that are sick
We find each other at school
In bathrooms and rest stops
In dm's and emails
Trading coping mechanisms like pokemon cards
Bandaging each other's arms
You are not alone
And I won't let you go
Of old steel
And young arms
Of thoughts inside the flesh
Seeping to the surface
There's an epidemic of hotlines and pamphlets and therapists
But on top there's futures
Heavy as bricks
There's an epidemic of warm bodies and ice cubes
Of wrists and hairties
Of winter short-sleeves
But there are no masks
Or mandates or vaccines
For us that are sick
We find each other at school
In bathrooms and rest stops
In dm's and emails
Trading coping mechanisms like pokemon cards
Bandaging each other's arms
You are not alone
And I won't let you go
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