Music

it's like a birth, but it's in reverse

never gets better, always gets worse

a heart that's filled up like a landfill a job that slowly kills you bruises that won't heal you look so tired, unhappy bring down the government they don't, they don't speak for us i'll take a quiet life a handshake of carbon monoxide

push a blade into my hands slowly up the stairs and into the room is it always like this?

everyday they're getting older, more worried about looking younger it's a patternized cycle, show your face with every slumber it's equivalent to being full and longing for the hunger guess it only takes nine months to build a life of suffering

i can't remember how this got started oh, but I can tell you exactly how it will end

every day is exactly the same

so what's the point of talking if you're not changing your mind it just reminds me of the lying and it's wasting my time so was it worth it to me to wait around and then see if all my love was well spent my nighttime hikes and weekends you are my best friend I don't want this to end

i don't think that I have the will power to do deal with my own life when everything is going sour only getting out to go to work or liquor stores

you used to be the reason I was happy everyday i'm probably better off without you, but I wish you would have stayed i hope there’s a highlight reel of nights we had on loop inside your brain 'cause I still find your face in every memory I wish I could erase

cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up

i'll never know what you said 'cause i'll be fucking dead by then