Pretty in pictures we send,
People we'll never see in person
Pretty words we don't say in person
A fantasy, a guile, and as immaterial as a dream
Pretty, pretty words, I've heard so oft before...
"I won't leave" "I'm not like that" "you're not annoying"
"It won't happen that way" "why not stay"
And every time the peach dream pops I run straight into another
And abandon what I've learned for the sake of the pride of another
And I feel just as fake as an otome game lead
When it gets too hard, select another lover, when I start to glitch,
Restart the game, because when I'm sick, dying, hospitalized
And I look around and see I'm still all alone,
At least I've got pretty pictures, pretty words, pretty lies
To look at on my phone.

I know they don't know how I love like an inferno
It consumes me, flames lick anyone who comes too close
Like a whip licks delicate skin on the flick of a lash
I cannot stop running my mouth, I want to share, say
Everything I want to find the weakest points and say the words
That cut you down I want to, kiss it all better, this burning crash
Is easy to ride right into the ground

They don't know how my emotions hit like a tornado,
Want me to get a job and keep a stable life without ripping the
Roof off this house and destroying everything we've nailed down
I cannot calm the core, there's anger in the eye and you
Cannot calm me, but root me to the spot
If you try to sate me I will take out this entire town
I can't stop the tornado but I've installed a warning

Like a tornado siren test and a fire hazard sign set to yellow
Always ready to crank it up to deadly degrees
Wild and devastating with a serrated edge at least
There's a sort of serene beauty to the aftermath,
Waking up from a hurricane to the calm debris-ridden sea
And maybe you ask her if she's burned herself out yet, and if she's
not crying,
You bring her a blanket and tea

Lazy afternoons and sleeping pills,
Washed out episodes of Winnie-The-Pooh and
Printed photos of a little girl I wish I knew

A dry riverbed, feels like a shut down KOA
These electronic waves are eating me alive
Old razors won't keep the spiders at bay

Slanted rhymes like slanted eyes,
If I wind the radio up just right
Can the music take me away tonight

Back to sleeping pills and scalding baths
And mid-melodramatic heart attacks
In the heat of a June I doubt I'll survive
But if I get back from this broken road,
I'll talk to you tomorrow

Then I'll talk to you tomorrow