In case you were unsure
You massacred my phalanx
Put my mixtape in your lunchbox
Let me narrate your dayspring
Spin this broken record
Through your vascular speaker
Hear a two bit poet
And a drunken preacher
I'm still preaching
Stopped from reaching out
I still feel
Godamned
Drowning in romantic depictions of depression
Cut holes in the life raft
We can patch them together
I'm still sinking
Down
Cold Drowning now
Fill my lungs
Push you out
Now I'm feeling stupid 'cause I'm stunned by my f*ck ups
Drinking poisons tracing labels to their Latin root and suffix
But I
Have I become the child of all I hated in your touch?
Am I another monster?
Or was it always in me loving you just made me see I had no love to offer?
When they mark my grave I'll ask they leave space for you to sign your name
A corpse without a heart or a wine glass fashioned into a blade
Deep red to leave a stain
But I'm still feeling
I'm still breathing
I'm still feeling
I'm still breathing
Shifting in your skin
Tears watering the primrose garden
Slowly we're sinkin in sinkin in
I just don't mind
Take your time
Take your time with your lies
Take a beautiful picture
Set fire to the camera
We're frogs to scorpions
We're dogs to mangers
Dogs
Dogs
Dogs
Dogs