Eat a deck of tarot cards for breakfast. Squeeze a little ketchup on the upright hanged man, And try to figure out where we've gone wrong.
We don't know who we are, So we try to box ourselves into Cute little archetypes. We don't know what love is, So we kiss, laugh, and cry Until we're exhausted. We turn turn the card... We don't know what to do with our lives.
sorry, i've been posting shorter stuff lately. here's an old one that's been sitting in my notes app for a while. feedback is welcomed!