"you can bow and pretend you don't know you're a legend..."

it's all a different world today.
and i made inventions of pure spite
i'd love to say i am the embodiment of the midwest innocence
"summer love on a gurney with a squeaky wheel"
i've overdosed on myself before
in a foreign place but it always seems so similar.
i've crunched the numbers and i still can't figure myself out
fascinated with someone i don't know anymore.
i'm in love with my own sins, too.