guzmania

What do you mean, they hurt you? Where? How? Show me. Tell me. I’ll rip them to pieces.

the weight on my back is a comfort press down, keep my there, step on me like the bug i am

im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill

                         ‘cause neither one of us [ TRUSTS ] the other                                            so we fuck ‘til we bust                                     WE KNOW WHAT IT’S ABOUT                               shout ‘til i  t h r o w  you out the house                                       you throw ME out the house                                         i throw you on the couch                                        PUNCH you in the MOUTH                               ( fist fight ) ‘til we turn this mother OUT