Weird Kind Of Swings

If all my make up 
And all that comes with it 
Was washed away 
And now I fear 
Those weird kind of swings 

If all that you're made of 
And all that goes with it 
Keeps reminding me 
Annoying me 

I'm afraid of the words 
That slaps again 
Waiting for the pain 
No really I'm off the frame 
I'm aware and heading there again 
Of course we got plans 
I'll kick ass all the same 
Well I could've been in this 
Weird kind of swings 

Why all the fuse 
It wears me out of luck 
Lighting up my seeds 
Where should I lounge? 
The choice is yours 
Am I too close 
Count me in your feast