if i hide long enough
if no one sees me
do i exist

how could you look at someone
and tell them
"how is anyone suppose to love you when you're sick?"
with fancy words
while they lie on their deathbed?

you are all the things that are wrong with you

i can't indulge in my favorite escape
it'll make me fat

one day
you'll be on recieved forever

ive been a walking corpse for months
but the audience wants encore
do they know i'm dying?

i know this will **** me
i don't seem to care
i wanna be laid to rest in all the happy memories i have always been swadeled in
it seems as though that blanket only drew to my ankles
i have cold feet about the rest of my life