-s’s.
dysfunction ; You can drive and talk some more,
But you talk about the things that dont work anymore you know everything you’re well-assured but you dream of things in their final course And nobody’s going to let you know
-s’s
-s's.
if my thoughts had hands they would strangle me,
Tightly, entangling, but not before they reach for you and you would be the first thing they’d hold onto
-s’s.
-s's.
before your afterlife you choose to be your own type of fire that could both keep you warm and torture you tonight
I never really thought I'd wake to these mornings
be my lifeline, as I begin to draw it
whatever song feels good to me,
a psychopathic symphony
and whatever I see, I'll believe,
my photographic memory
-s's.
I am myself as one says I am,
Suggesting my home of a soul stay the way
I have been all morning sitting sitting sitting boring
-s’s.
whatever it is, I got to pave
many tunnels many hours
feels so sleepy, feels quite sour
I'll hand what you got in, at the
end
-s's.
/I want.../(porcelain clash)/