you know i think i know
something about that deep-down
thing of which you’ve never spoken
in daylight under cigarette haze
if this makes you uncomfortable
then i won’t say it out loud
after this many bad shapes
i’m questioning my fit
settling and ambition
let’s take it
and fake what we can get
it’s all the same, no?
so then why the despair
god is that what love is
just humiliation & bleeding
say it ain’t so baby
let us all just be friends
it’s either that or
we trauma bond over tequila
and the songs
that don’t make anyone else cry
& breathe
yes i could breathe
your name in every exhalation
mattress dungeon 