How do you sleep at night
Knowing the truth is out there somewhere?
Masks won't help you hide from the fact you're a brat, just take the consequences and **** it up.

See we've gone from me loving you, trusting you, protecting you
To me being unsure who to believe
It's not the one with allegations spanning longer than your larynx reflexes

Reflect on that cause babes, they don't sound healthy at all.

Home from a soirée
And I'm done with so called professionals
Writing includes patience and love and a knowledge of character
But it's always excuses
It's part of the story
We all see through your cursive
And take pride in the curses
we put on you
For putting them on us

Contaminating my insides by
Sending ashes down my pharynx
Sabotaging my career
To score damp pits of my eyes
Tired and heavy, red from the puffs
As if they aren't ****** enough

The truth is
Inhaling w33d only makes me sadder
I'm just trying to sit under rainbows
Hoping some of it stains my skin
Better than lacerations ever could
Any blood waterfall is dangerous

Fear of holes, fear of spiders
But a fear of fire when you watched your uncles bed fireworks
Blades on the brick, waiting for the petrol rainbow.
You burnt your thumb on a sparkler, burned your whole self down
And the blisters still rein-act ash
But you entertain it like snow
So why let beauty bother you?

Now the cats inside
We're throwing sticks in the fuse, throwing up graves
Trudging through the forest to please the arsonist in me.
Hack at the fear, naw at peppers in the most vanilla way
It's never as bad as you blazed it up to be, scorched brave skin
So don't let beauty bother you.

People aren't zombies
We know what you're up to
Burning your own aeroplanes
And we get the blame
Very pretentious, extremely smart
You wouldn't start a riot
Just handshake after handshake
Deliberating on whether peace is fundamental enough
Emergency alarms
Trans kids dying in the parts of town you refuse to show on telly
Just reported, people are zombies
It's the global warming after party
No Mars, no spaceships
Total apocalypse
You know who's to blame?
******* politic zombies.

When I was born
I should've automatically been given all the jewels in the world.
I didn't ask for poverty
Enjoy everything from a distance
I wanna be in it.
Not looking up
Fighting the nausea of saying no
Putting life on hold.
It might be selfish
But i believe a parents situation shouldn't involve a child.
A child shouldn't have to
grieve the life they could've had
Even with working.
We wake up to bathroom lights and end our day with them too,
Why would anybody want that?
I'll be homeless soon because my mum wanted a little girl
Who wanted all the jewels in the world.

I wanted 11:11
But I think that's feeling too much
You're not my constellation
You're pretty cool
Just not my psychedelic cluster.

I'd sacrifice everything for you
And if people talk ****
I'll back you up in a half assed heartbeat, there's nights for us everywhere but not in shining armour.

Russet roulette
Parked in your Cadillac
On speaker with the guys, I love you all like brothers, high fived not by blood but by pact.