drink up, kid--you've got a while to run,
there's pervert politics and the summer sun
and take the *****, kid--you'll need it for sure
don't follow roads, don't tell them where you were
got any news, kid? we've been hiding out
stayin' outta this town, away from the crowd
buy me new shoes, kid, i know you got cash
you been talkin' to the papers, gettin' kinda rash
what'd they promise you, kid? safety? fame?
lies. you know they're just saving face
and i hope you got a plan B or C, kid
reporters are trash but they messin' with big ****
change your name, kid. (fly to Spain--quick!)
you messin' with snakes, and you're about to get bit, kid!
here's your lesson now, listen real good
gonna tell you once, then i'm gone for good:
better keep your tongue in your head next time
or your body gone be ****** and the fault not mine.

i churn my stomach to bile again and watch *****-up teens choke on each other's leftovers. why do flare up tragedies taste like strawberries?

why do we still go berry-picking?

as i drive away from the cigarette town where my tattoo and blue mascara relatives stay i take off my yellow shades and sputter, blowing away the curry-clumpy feeling in my lungs that whispers you are all the same .

yeah man, anxiety's not real i mean,
it's O.K. to be shy and all, but let's not be DRAMATIC,
your lungs look perfectly fine from here, why r u gasping? lol
for god's sake, get out of bed and take an aspirin
what's that? your hands shake? you must be cold (on a summer day?)
hey, why's your sleep schedule so ******?
if you ask me, that's why you have anxiety
if bad thoughts keep you up at night, just don't think!
problem solved. ;)
i think i have a career as a SHRINK

i am so sorry for the next time i lose myself

let blessings stain the skin beneath your scars