loveless songs fix my teeth,
and make up my mind.
it's late and I can't stop coughing,
threw on my drapes so the light hides behind.
loveless songs they play their ever so lovely tunes.
if i close my eyes the music accompanies the walls of my mind pretty well.
ain't that cool?
we're doomed to live a life of rather meaninglessness.
so why do I waste my share?
I'm growing ruby strawberries on my windowsill but I let them die,
what a standard human I am.
i am counting down days and hours and seconds,
poured down oblivion' s throat,
just for the universe to throw it up on someone else.
calculating the molecular probability of soul mates.
i'm an overly clicheic cliché living in the hypocritical world of not wanting to be one.
i listen to the songs i find necessary,
music is less than just entertaining,
so i lay in my bed and continue to confuse me.
drowning in the gigantic pile of imaginary flower petals of the flowers that would've probably lived if I wasn't so careless.
I am a **** joy if you get what I'm saying.
Look at me amusing myself in my own writing!
i should go to sleep someday,
but everyone's too sick to close their eyes while the stars are up and too tired to keep them opened in the sunlight.
Oh save our broken generation.
Full of misbehaved and twisted individuals such as my own self.
