unsubstantiated rumors are good enough for me (to base my life upon)
[spoken:] it’s getting warm.
i don’t wanna talk about it,
i don’t think you’d understand,
how things can get so f*cked up
with such good, good intentions.
and if roofs turn to sky,
held by the gravity of nothing,
an ironic and literal making of a bed.
you can walk away~,
but there is a reason to stay.
they make bad, bad jokes, it’s okay not to laugh.
for every push forward, you get the same f*cking push back.
you had nowhere to go,
so you found someplace,
you had nothing to say
you start lying
what the f*ck were you thinking
i’m not sorry
i’d do it all again.
all the lines between hate, love, and revenge
it’s just dead, it’s dead, it’s dead, they’re just dead feelings.