i think i’m gonna dye my hair
only because i have become static
new year’s eve again
yet my body is filled with fruit flies
just like last year
and i still haven’t taken out the trash
in the new year, my room wil be clean
i’ll call my bestfriend
i’ll buy fresh lemons from the market
i’ll tell my father i love him
and he will hug me because my room is clean
but now it’s 11:58
and my lips are stained red from the wine
and my body is rotting
mold forming on the soft spots of my skin
new year’s eve again
but i will be good this time
i will be good
so i think im gonna dye my hair