Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Denial and repression keep me breathing
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
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i sleeps with the fridges
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
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Garden of ugh
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
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My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight