hey bitch if your reading this, i’m coming to kill you.
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(ring ring)
the sunrise will never come. there’s no grass on that hill. it’s dark and it gets darker the harder you look for the light.
i met up with christ. he said he had gold, but when he opened his hands there were only dry leaves. “wait, i don’t get it, it doesn’t sparkle.”
“gold,” he said, “is only what you make it.” and he burst into one hundred cawing crows. where’s the lesson? what’s the lesson? still looking for that sunshine. still hoping to spend the night.
cellar doors.
when the only person who calls you/gives a shit is the person who left you for new york city. awesome.
you’ve got it mixed up. you’ve got me all wrong. get your priorities. sort out your affairs. missed it by a hair now i’m out in the desert. is that a piece of torn map? i’ve got it all mixed up. those aren’t the stars. haven’t eaten in days. those aren’t my footprints. im inside a house and it’s dark. the window is open and curtains blow gently. a creak on the floor boards. sweat dripping down. you’ve got it all mixed up. is that an axe in his hand? should have turned the wheel five seconds sooner. barrel roll. i’ve got it all mixed up. you’re dangling off a cliff holding a rope. i’ve got the other end and i’m pulling. you’re safe…
you’ve got it all mixed up…
anti/thesis
we’ll make a fire. we’ll call it home. out in the woods. deep in the bones. and we’re all alone. we got a home. no body knows. bodies together. leaves overgrown. and we’re all alone. where’d you get those scratches? from drinking? were we drinking? is that how we got here? what do you want? is it money? if i could get it what would it prove?
