i'm an extra in my own life and i'm tired of being tired and of washing the same fucking clothes or sleeping in the same bed breathing in my own skin i haven't moved for weeks cramming sleep in little jars and place them on a dusty shelf i'll need them later
i don’t want to wait forever for things to get better than today i just want to sleep forever life is just procrastinating death
if hating yourself got money i’d be filthy rich i haven't moved in years got nowhere to be the sun goes down just as i get up the sun is useless when you have a monitor i'll build a machine that can kill the sun and etch "don't bother" on the moon nuclear bombs stuffed with valium missiles full of bad poetry machine guns spraying sleep in every direction i am taking all of you with me
i don’t want to wait forever for things to get better than today i just want to sleep forever life is just procrastinating death