how do i get out of this weird meat sack & ascend?
all i need is something to do in my wasted youth. a new bottle of pills, a new prescription to fill. expiration dates have always intrigued me, how do they do that math? how do they condense all that into one simple date on the back?
we're not creative, why can't we just let that go? and let ourselves be parking lots for all the hatred we hold. there wouldn't be enough levels, there wouldn't be enough free land. downtown is less than five miles wide and that's too small to avoid who i don't want to see in my spare time.
hang up the phone, don't call me back. i won't tell a soul of the sincerity you clearly lack. you keep finding words in the cracks of conversations. what you hear seems to be more of a choice than a fact.
we're not creative, why can't we just let that go? and let ourselves be parking lots for all the hatred we hold. there wouldn't be enough levels, there wouldn't be enough free land. downtown is less than five miles wide and that's too small to avoid who i don't want to see in my spare time.