i’ve been lying here too long
i’m disintegrating now
burning through the mattress and
the box spring to end up on the ground
and i guess it’s okay
if you want to be angry
i’ll be your punching bag
and i guess it’s fine
just don’t expect me to
put up any fight
come on, baby. be my theia
turn me into dust
let me revolve around you
i’ll make breakfast when we’re done
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
i’ve been lying here too long
i’m disintegrating now
burning through the mattress and
the box spring to end up on the ground
and i guess it’s okay
if you want to be angry
i’ll be your punching bag
and i guess it’s fine
just don’t expect me to
put up any fight
come on, baby. be my theia
turn me into dust
let me revolve around you
i’ll make breakfast when we’re done
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