I pretend these lights are on for free I clean up for rewards I share the parts of myself that taste good and hide the rot I nibble on alone in times like these I want you to bury me to make you live to say and every inch is one more flaming lung My laugh, fall, or the road
Sleep is the best drug I saw my Moon That and wishing she was on Mars Anything but saying she wished she was dead I remember wonder what was the difference to people left around Messes not picked up Infections let to green