And everything turns to shit,
but it’s not like I’m a professional.
All this time I spent lying to myself,
and only now did I get it.
Fuck you. If you don’t understand this now,
then you’re not supposed to.
There’s no flavor, no reason, nothing.
No mark to be made.
No accomplishment will define you.
All this time I spent lying to myself.
I have my chance to move forward
and I’m trying.