reboot. rest. repeat.

gridlocked
and i'm starting just to make sense to everyone
but mostly to myself

jump-start
the rest of my sentence
and by the time this makes sense
you'll already be irrelevant

i could cut you down
and i swear that no one will know you exist
i could cut you down
and that's all you'll ever know

i'm not sorry
and what if i never was?
it was the call of the wild in my head
they always told me i'm faded out on love and
i'm not sorry
so what if i never was?


lock jaw
my head in just in detox
was born and ready
was born and ready for no one

and i thought
that maybe this would make sense
i am just in defense
and that's all you need to know

i could cut you down
give the word, and i swear that i'll just hit reset
i cut could cut you down
maybe you'll learn your lesson
but. who. knows?


i'm not sorry
and what if i never was?
it was the call of the wild in my head
they always told me i'm faded out on love and
i'm not sorry
so what if i never was?
it's the call of the wild in my head
they always told me "you can sleep when you're dead"
you're dead

i hope you're wrong
one day baby
so, i was wrong
what's it to you?

i'm not sorry
and what if i never was?
it was the call of the wild in my head
they always told me i'm faded out on love and
i'm not sorry
so what if i never was?
it's the call of the wild in my head
they always told me "you can sleep when you're dead"
so i'm dead.

living through y(our)selves.

atop the throne sits mr sandman himself
and miss pretentious princess
can it, put a fucking lid on it
and everything will be alright baby
and even though melancholy is my best friend;
and pessimism is my commander in chief
i'm learning how to lean on me and no one else
sandbox dreams are so unlimited
taint the real world with a rose shade
conglomeration of narcissism pressed between my sheets
and i'm the only one sleeping in my bed tonight
just like every night
alonely.

only get lonely when you read the charts.

i could care fucking less.
i'm steadily losing interest in your existence.
crime rate in my head has gone way up
what do i mean to anyone anymore?
running towards the light but fell and gloriously at that
i'm gonna have to fix this
don't you ever lie to me again.
i'd like to say this is your last warning
but when did what i say mean anything to you anyway
pulling the strings on a puppet show
i cannot believe you.
or you.


so she returned to her cigarettes, like she always did. pouring her feelings into a martini, and downing them back again. what she did was incomparable to her self esteem. rocks(tars) filled her head and put her to bed at night. she's gonna leave that town one day, she said. she just doesn't know when and how. train tickets cost her pocket lining and leaving her ghost cost her her soul. she woke up next to stranger, and she was even alone. toying with emotions wasn't hard, and it was similar to the sunshine she injected whenever she could scrape up the money. benzedrine dreams. i loved the way she thought she could take it all on. you aren't any better than i am. don't let the empty pillow beside me fool you. i am worlds ahead of you. get me back to wherever i felt better. you know me. i should have said i was an outcast. get me back to wherever i never met her. what's it matter to you, you reaped all my benefits anyway. that tv lit the room just right. she knew what she was doing that night. i just hope she can forgive herself one day.