shaving dry to set a spark rub in soap and ride it out the fingers are so clumsy but talent brags foam up the mouth
is it the youthful face, or dress that clings like foil around the waist? not self-awareness, but contempt the true enlightened prophet makes
morality like marbles, shining silly and misguided; never falling out of love, but finding better ways to hide it
love me love me love me
*could someone help me change the 4th line of the 1st stanza to make it mean the same thing but sound better? I want the gist of it to be that I boast about abilities despite being deeply insecure about whether they're good enough... you get it*