Everything feels automatic and fixated
I've found an algorithm to help me mindlessly move through time
I've found a way to **** time-
Because I don't know what to do with it
By the time I have, I won't have enough.

Punk
Punk
Punk
Punk
No good
Son of a
Punk
Punk
Punk
Punk
In the end
I'll only ever be a
Punk
Punk
Punk
Punk
Cause the world can't see me differently

not only do the drugs
and alcohol
drown out the pain
but they also allow me
to drown out myself

I was driving home late at night
after I crashed on my friend's couch in the middle of a movie
hands less on 10&2 and more on 7&5
mind less on the road and more on my speed
how easy it would be to stop steering, to just
crash into something.
When the light turns green I hallucinate headlights in my rearview,
but when I look back there's nothing but black asphalt following me.
Look, Mom, no hands.
Look, Mom:
No hands.

I got flowers today
it wasn't our anniversary
or anything special
it was our first argument
he yelled into my face
and pushed me against the wall
I woke up on the floor
bruises
on my body
but, I know he must be sorry
because I got flowers today

I got flowers today
it wasn't my birthday
or Mother's Day
no
he hit me   hard
making me bleed
I thought about leaving
Where would I go?
What would happen?
I'm afraid of him
and I'm scared to leave
but I know,
he must be sorry
because I got flowers today

I got flowers today
lots and lots of flowers
today was different
today was special
it was my funeral
he finally killed me
maybe if I were strong enough
brave enough    to leave
maybe he wouldn't have had to be sorry
maybe I wouldn't have gotten flowers today

how does it feel
when someone loves every
little
piece
of you?
even the broken parts.