Everybody go lay down. Keep your weapons right beside so you can stand your ground. Put your hands over your faces. Hear nothing, be complacent.
Settle down and have some children. Pray to god you’ll be forgiven For doing nothing all along.
The grass doesn’t scratch The itch on my back like it used to. Or maybe it’s the itch that’s moved.
Out with the old guns and in with the nukes. Put a hole in the ground for this state to sink into.
You wear your heart on your wrist. It’s as empty as the pit I’ve seen inside your chest. Let it bleed. I’m seeing a shade of red I didn’t know existed.
Fuck it she said it (Let’s not forget how this happened) I’m so apathetic. (Like two kids playing too close to traffic.)