never clear or level headed everclear throat of leather bark with more conviction, dear maybe you’ll feel better you’ll find no kind thoughts here just resin and crumpled letters i really feel like this is the last year i can handle i’m tired, and i don’t know where i’m going i really feel like this is the last day i can handle i’m tired, and i don’t feel like i’m moving i’ll shovel fistfuls of my pride down my neck and chest and when there’s no room left i’ll lay my bloated corpse to rest hunched over my diy karma kit i’m crowned the king of shit knee deep in my own arrogance i’m drowning in it
i’d gladly give you this life, since it means so much to you what i do with it. might listen to you this time, or move along just how you planned it. god damn, look in the mirror, you’re just the same as me. god damn, look at this picture, familiar is the screen.