Over the course of all of his journaling I noticed he talked a lot about being in pieces. He also talked a lot about not being fully in his mind or being himself. I drew from some of the earlier musings on those subjects here for this song. Some of these ideas will reappear later. The three entries highlighted here are also seemingly about his mother.
Left My Body
Sometimes I feed off of being alone.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it.
Sometimes I love that sedentary life.
Sometimes it's closer to drowning.
Sometimes I feel these glitches in my head.
Sometimes I am something else.
Leaving combs on the dresser.
Leaving trash in the can.
Leaving sanity, sanitarily.
Leaving marks on the walls.
Leaving skin on the ground.
I left my body where it was