i'm so sick of writing about how you hurt me

before you get to comfortable with where you're at,

remember it's all uncertain and in just an instant, you're right back

here.

and they'll be there, welcoming you right back in


before you get to comfortable with where you're at

remember,

it'll all fall back, right where it belongs

you'll never be free.

I should probably delete your number, it would do me well

I should probably unfollow you on instagram, it would do me well.

I should probably unfriend you, it would do me well.

I should probably stop talking to you, it would do me well.

I should probably quit my job, it would do me well.

I should probably stay inside my house, it would do me well

But I think we all know by now, I don't like being well.

her ribcage is filled with
flowers
but they are
dead, dead, dead.