I hate the thinking about your body in the ground.
ghosts aren't real
but I knew you'd find a way to haunt me
I still have your ***** laundry
and I swear to god it talks to me//
I was smoking when
someone asked
how I deal with everything.
I blew smoke in their face
I said you'll feel this way someday
someday, someday, someday//
I feel the urge to dig up your bones
is there anywhere special you'd want to go?