hold on.
my grip is getting loose,
my reality is due,
we die for what we choose,
and i’m fucked up,
you got me fucked up.
what is this society,
fighting for entirely?
getting kind of tired,
of bullshit and liars.
fakers with a smile,
and fakers with power.
sweet talking money,
has made us all sour.
fuck the institutions,
abusing us with counterfeit.
the government wants us clueless,
the truth is we are powerless.
until we decide to unite,
and banish all our biases.
storm the castle tonight,
and take back broken promises.
I play with guns
I’m touching fire
I’m on the run
Leave it all behind us
I sleep in my car
I won’t get too far
I think too much
It’s hard to slow down
When you’re ahead
they say my musics too loud
And I don’t know anything
But that’s alright with me
Your heart beats into mine,
Violently,
And unapologetic.
My turbulent mind now still,
Because the look in your eyes could kill,
But only was it your lips,
That could heal me from all of this.
if i’m being honest
i have to let you go
the southern sun is setting
sinking ships below
backwards i’ve been running
downwards i have flown
heart is getting heavy
you say it’s overgrown
“my head was killing me, i was killing me.”
— m.v
three days
till the weekend,
i feel weak and
cant even eat,
been reeking of weed,
can’t even sleep
but i’m so tired
i killed the sheep
i hate my skin
why do i exist
i look like if
god took a piss
Fail fail fail
Try again
Fail fail fail
Try harder
Fail fail fail
What are your regrets
Fail fail fail
Till the altar
Where there’s a meaning,
there’s an author,
And they experience all that they wander
Spread your wings,
a jump little farther
And fail fail fail
No longer
you have become many things,
like the certain shape of a cloud,
or a ring pop for a wedding ring,
a flower in the ground,
and a ghost that haunts my memories.