YOU MAKE BAD CHOICES AND YOU ARE PRAISED FOR IT.
I love the way you insist on making my personal life, your personal life. I love the way you feel how I think, should be how you think. I also love how often your mood changes when you realize that the world doesn’t work the way you think it does. And that’s why you’re the best. That’s why I want you to live under my bed.
what are we going to do
when the sun goes down
and the light turns out?
is there a game we play
like we are kids again, lost in a forest?
i miss games, and smiles
do you play games when you’re tired?
do your kisses make dreams come true?
i hope they do, i hope they do.
lately i’ve been too tired for games
but maybe when we blow out this candle
you can show me a new game
Super powers are over rated. I was born a weak, small minded fuck up, and I’ll die one too. I don’t need to fake fearlessness and put on a cape to feel like a hero. I just like making it through work without telling a customer that I hate them. That’s a super power right there.
bring out your dead
to my lawn
i’m digging graves
left and right
and i’m sure i’ll have room
for all of yours
I’m surrounded by noise all the time, I thought I knew how to turn it off, but I was wrong.
what is life going to be
but an endless pit
show me how to live
in my own head and heart
without the want to crawl away
and lay in a dirt bed alone
what am i supposed to do?