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I donāt know what you want to hear Still declining this drinking cultureās every beer Because even without that, out of my head, I can never get your rear I really really really hope you keep every nasty thought about me dear Fuck it all, letās ruin some careers
Iām only in the room so I can hear Let me hear you moan, baby Get as close as you can to my ear Iāll make sure tomorrow you walk drunkenly Keep the scanner on, so I can make sure you avoid parasocietyās police Itās ok, let you pass out on me Hold you while you sleep Take as much time as you need Iām still alive, and in love, in the silence Always lost, eyes blown out, at the ever present reverberance Always down on my knees, in pure reverence Praying⦠ā¦Or something About our purity, letās keep lying Iām sorry baby, Iām really really really tryingā¦
ā¦So hard Like how we want it, again and again And yet, historians will say they were just good friends Of course weāre good friends, youāve gotta be friends first to last this long So, paparazzi, tell me whatās wrong Is it that Iām not sorry, for leaving a place that became personified as a nazi Jesus Christ, Iām sorry I only choose to chase the things that heal me And choose to burn all the things that break me, through my writing Throw it away, throw it all away, and try to stop caring That no one seems able to see that Iām thriving Because I can, and you tell me, again and again Thatās all that matters, but Iām way too unassuming But being misunderstood, is too frustrating Maybe, just maybe, I should start drinking
Iām only in the room to see you laughing Get those teeth on me Get as close as you can to my neck Iāll make sure tomorrow your back is covered in one big scratch But not an actual open wound, you know Iād never hurt you like that But do the fa-ā¦donāt say it, oh who cares, letās fuck it, just like we are each other,ā¦fans And when I say things like that, I know youāll keep the news on Make sure we can both avoid parasocietyās bureaucrats Itās ok, let you pass out in the living room, snap a pic, so cute Covered in all our cats They smother you in your sleep But when we wake up, smothered by society And yet we never beg or complain, like āģźø°, baby, save meā (pron: jagi, trans: baby) Both still breathing, and both still in love, even when we live in silence Yet despite that, always lost, and eyes blown out, at the never ending reverberance Always down on our knees, in pure reverence Praying⦠ā¦Or something Just like the pundits want, we practice purity Saying that is all that matters, but real life is kaleidoscopic Itās all about perception, if you really want to talk about optics And I do So fuck it, letās ruin everyoneās point of view Their POV Can we be a real life version of āFRI(END)Sā by V Too impatient, just say it, if you want me I want you so bad Weāll be like this, even if these Everests get upended And yet, historians will say they were just good friendses Of course weāre good friends, youāve gotta be friends first if you want to simultaneously meet the world So, paparazzi, why you clutching your pearls Is it that Iām not sorry, for not being a girl Jesus Christ, Iām sorry I only choose to chase the things that heal me And choose to bury all the things that feel agonizing So welcome to Camp Green Lake Keep digging, youāll never find it Until you stop acting like youāre the born receiver of fate No one seems able to see whatās hidden in plain sight You keep telling me, again, and again, that I can But the overlaying display, the HUD, is in the way Your POV is all that matters, but Iām way too unassuming to others And being misunderstood, really really smothers Snap a pic, so cute Maybe, just maybe, I should














