But honey sweet her tongue

no, Helen of Troy.

My hearts made of hellfire and im just flying through life grabbing a hurricane by the reigns.

Trust me im more than enough tragedy for the both of us.

for you know that I am always sinning

I take no interest partying with liquor

Fucking up my system

Excuse my language

That's a hang up on how shitty I've been feeling

I never felt like i wanted to die it was always more of a check up with fate.

how many times i’ve looked down from the top of a high enough building or bridge with the wind on my back .

Or my car crashes, or the motorcycle crash where i should’ve gone through someones front wall.

Or the time i drove a decent distance playing chicken with on-coming traffic

It was always a check to make sure im still supposed to be here.

I’m starting to think thats my super power. My unadulterated, ignorant luck thats keeping my mortality at bay.

One day my luck will run out and my mortality is going to come crashing through the glass ceiling thats my life and everyone i know.

I am a calamity waiting to happen.