once you understand the form kill it once you understand the form kill it once the form is dead hold it and weep

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead

“Why do you need to be proud of me on your own terms?”

You've ruined the colour blue for me I'm surrounded by a deep dark sea You've lied to us and honestly You've ruined the color blue for me

There's really just one thing that we have in common: Neither of us will be missed

I hate to admit it but one part of me still misses you. I’m scared part of me always will.

You keep forgetting I’m an entire person and not some vague fucking concept that you dreamt.

Gravity don’t mean to much to me I’m who I’ve got to be These pigs are after me, after you

'Cause in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear

“I— I guess my question is.. do you- do you think it’s too late for me?”

It's crazy, isn’t it? How much they call you crazy

Why can’t you all be nice to me? Cute guy Nice face Wrong time Wrong place

There is a tiny God inside of you He is petulant He is screaming

I so desperately wanted to cry, but that wouldn't do good in a place with no one to latch onto.

I'm feeling nauseous I'll light a cigarette I don't want a diagnosis I don't want a name to call this

I mean, is anyone really ever sure if they actually feel okay or not? Not much deep meaning to it, I just— I guess I’m okay.

I'm no fucking fun I don't want your fun I'm not having fun I don't want no fun

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