My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Denial and repression keep me breathing
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
arse piece *giggle*
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Far far away In non-artist land
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
arse piece *giggle*
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I'm not a monster I am a monster
keep thinking I should do something but nah
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
House sleepers important too
what would 80s LL COOL J do?