Moving through the slipstream there go my groceries moving through the void making my children paranoid
call me gyarados just come and find me, unwind me make me comatose in your diary
don't try to unfuck what you've already fucked cuz ya know it's already in perpetual hell, you're alright, you're okay, cuz no matter how much you fuck up, you'll get drunk at the end of the day.
In the pit of my stomach, I feel at home here, I feel at home here