It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
i sleeps with the fridges
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
House sleepers important too
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Does nothing - shocker!
To own desired objects
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
To own desired objects
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I'm not a monster I am a monster
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
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