F*ck that stuff
Im enough
Yaldabaoth
You just stay off of my lawn
I cant believe you
Morning takes all afternoon
And ill be there soon
Sewed my ear back on and sold my clothes
And then i died
Star outline aligns ur spine and
I have half a mind
How could someone that you loved for so long come to hate you so much
Even through the vomit and the ugly crutch
Making food and staying up
The shadow of ur face in my room
The memory will always hold a place in my tomb
It's f*cking never-ending but at least ill get there soon
When i tilt my head to look up at the moon
I hope that youll be looking up too