I could be better But I could be dead There’s a lot of things I wish I never said I could be happier But I could be mad There’s things I never said that I wish I had
turning bread into toast peanut butter and jam the part I miss the most veraciously out of hand I’ve been tying to slow it down I’ve been counting through my breaths distance found it difficult to dwarf the pain that’s left
your love used to move smoothly over the smoking coals of my heart in no small part due to who i used to be you tried so hard to sooth the beast but your dream of redeeming me returned only with mandatory therapy and a face full of seething steam
i’ll meet you where you might meet me sandy scales of ocean water become your feet the only memories of us I felt worthy to keep skinny jeans and anxiety in corpus christi you made me forget myself on the beach
a spider in every corner a crow on every street light the golden sunset its brazen rays on industrial style housing the summer heat subsides this evening and a breeze rides down, cool relief in the land of the morning calm
with the demeanor of a centipede you intervene and impede on everything interpreting what i mean your sympathy is a foreign thing i’ve never seen an evil being be so in touch with what i’m feeling