but I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
what the hell am I doing here
I don't belong here
you're just like an angel
your skin makes me cry
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe
a low flying panic attack
I will see you in the next life
I think I'm crazy, maybe
Red wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get where I belong
goddamnit thom you didn't have to do me like that ;_____;
dreamers they never learn
beyond the point of no return
its too late the damage is done
imagine being so triggered roflmao
somewhere between the sacred silence
and sleep
disorder
disorder
disorder
I don't think you trust
in
my
self-righteous suicide
I desperately need someone to suck on my right ball right fucking now
why can't I have you baby
