songs

You dress like you want to look visually appealing
To a bunch of twelve year old boys
I hope you know that, that that's wrong
Tragedy struck, worms in the ground
You look like you've just been in a non-fatal car crash
Multiple in critical condition
Beneath it all you're the bane of existence
You're the light in the dark and the knife in my side

That is a thing that eats me alive
My gut is a warm place to let you hide
You always get the best house-warming gifts
I'll only wake up when I'm reminiscent of myself

I want to drink to forget but I know that I would always remember
It's a futile effort to forget your past
She will always anaesthetize me