| Bubble boy, an insignificant cell on a strangers body
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| A nobody, with no purpose, but I’ll still find a way to draw parallels to who
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| looks better with their shirt off
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| Now it feels like the world is spinning too quickly and sometimes I just can’t
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| fucking believe that I’m here right now
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| Please, I’m begging you to compare me to someone else
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| Spit in my mouth, then on my chest
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| Let me taste you so when you’re gone
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| I’ll know exactly what I’m missing
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| It’s 1am and I want to be a part of you in ways you’ll only bring up when you
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| talk shit on me years later
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| Until then I’ll kiss your stretch marks, and you’ll run your fingers across old
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| scars, and together we’ll repeat «I love you"until the mirror breaks
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| The root of my problems doesn’t have a root at all
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| It isn’t a string or trail of breadcrumbs I can follow back to a single moment
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| It isn’t a suppressed thought
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| It’s the voice that convinces me my thoughts were worth suppressing in the
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| first place |