I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
My mind destroys worlds Have some
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Greedy pig life
Far far away In non-artist land
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Everything is best Because you Because me
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
To be in love With candid kitchen you