i don't write for fun
when my germy fingers hit the keys,
i say "this is the one"
this is the best thing coming out of me

you are the one
the coolest grime
the dirtest blood
the grittiest slime

you're mine,
sometimes i possess you
and in my life
you know i'm obsessed with you
it's a competition
i always tried to best you
be your best self.
be the best you.

you put such a cruel mixture
within me
of hatred, love, and envy
and ****** desire
and blood, and lust
and dirt, and bones,
and bodies, and dust

cause' it's gettin' so old
and i'm gettin' so old
too old for this
or so i'm told
i'm still young
but i bite my tongue
because sooner or later
i'll be lyin' on my death bed

and you're a cruel mixture
that killed me
that poisoned me
and distilled me