My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
arse piece *giggle*
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Far far away In non-artist land
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Does nothing - shocker!
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
arse piece *giggle*
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
To be in love With candid kitchen you
House sleepers important too