don’t listen to me.
don’t hear what i preach.
all i know is
sorrow,
*****,
blow.
don't listen to people like me.
don’t hear what we have to preach.
all we know is
lost causes,
hallow words,
empty memories.
we’re just as ****** up as you,
only we will always resort
to our pernicious truth.
you?
you will prosper.
i know,
we know,
it is evident you will.
without us.
without me.
and that -
****, that is your key.