I'm right at home amongst the cacti
Because all my servitude is just idiocy to you
So take my donation
This blank stare
This pulsing knot of doubt
I do not try anything
Because it has always felt wrong when I did
It has always felt like that was meant for you
There is something on the outside that is just so right
In a way that I could never get
Sometimes
It grins a malicious grin
It knows
Sometimes I just lay in Sonoran dirt
Recovering from yesterday's self-administered bleaching
And think about all the ****** up sh/t you said
When you got high
If I know you at all
With a title like this
You'll cover it up and swallow me down
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
I'm right at home amongst the cacti
Because all my servitude is just idiocy to you
So take my donation
This blank stare
This pulsing knot of doubt
I do not try anything
Because it has always felt wrong when I did
It has always felt like that was meant for you
There is something on the outside that is just so right
In a way that I could never get
Sometimes
It grins a malicious grin
It knows
Sometimes I just lay in Sonoran dirt
Recovering from yesterday's self-administered bleaching
And think about all the ****** up sh/t you said
When you got high
If I know you at all
With a title like this
You'll cover it up and swallow me down