ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
Just a git
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Big soft pig cushion
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin