i've come to terms with the fact that all of this shit is just part of my ongoing audio journal and i can't care if it sucks.Â
i make calls too late at night
as if you'll forget that i'm alive
and if i ever let up just a little bit
i must love being pathetic
i must love being pathetic
i make u re-evaluate your already figured out life
in a mall parking lot all the time
i get myself livid over nothing
it stems from a belief that nobody understands me
greedy splintered spiny and mean
in ways i wasnt even sure a human could be
your face crumpled up right in front of me
you must love being pathetic
you must love being pathetic
i did not know i wouldn’t be able to throw up
pushing off and sinking in is so fucking unsettling
theres a thing i love outside of art and ecstasy and bodies
and its when you take the time to touch the bends of my knees