These rooms are so suffocating the bricks that hold me up are the bricks that cave me in ghosts and fingers memories linger somebody please make them go away
Honestly, I’ve been picking apart the reasons to not be on a string anymore I’ve been moving toward the cautious end of things
your palpitations mirror mine the bricks that you have molded Crumble around your mind you didn’t mean it you only said it
Please be careful with the things you don’t understand
Honestly, I’ve been picking apart the reasons to not be on a string anymore I’ve been moving toward the cautious end of things
Honesty is sickening when you let yourself believe.