Theoretically Twenty

I've always been that girl

I don't like romance

I like romanticizing

I can paint you like you were glowing in the moonlight

When it was really a 60 watt of some run down trailer

Everything gives me goosebumps

Hoping I could pick your love right out

Maybe it’s just the crack

I think I’m coming down

We just wait for people to leave

So we can finally talk shit about them

I think they talk about my

Bad attitude bad skin bad habits

I talk about you but I don’t really say anything

If I talk about suicide one more time they just might kill me

I am obsessed

But I have washing machine feet

Keep them off your couch?

I just wanted to sleep

Pushing your buttons and then I collect them

I don’t even love you

You’re a safety measure

Those crooked teeth keep biting me

Over and over and over

Kill me

We’re all so empty

I’m a fucking mess

Punch me in the chest

Junkie mom

Junkie baby

Shoot up in the delivery room

Kill myself kill everyone

She eats cartoons

She eats catfood

I don’t eat at all

Give me heroin or give me death

Let me get some fucking rest

Liberty has been fucking dead

I’m an unemployed wage slave

How interesting

How unique

Bet I’ll never peak

Make a crown out of birthday cards

I’m not getting older just meaner

Waiting on some clean piss

Think I’ll drink it and give you a kiss

Wait forever, shoot up and miss

My life is unmanageable