prod me 

lost project file 


running from my thoughts and my habits
think that i’m abt to drown not a baptist
no i’m not good at acting
i’m barley good at laughing
yeah i’m running from the girl in the corner
see me see u it’s torture
you ask me what i mourn for
it all got blurred out
i need some tape for my tongue
and a knife for my eyes
i can’t trust my lungs
sure as hell not my mind
oh i lie
all the time all the time
i’m not helping anybody
doing something i don’t want to do
what the fuck i want to prove to you
i keep making promises
when i can barley bring myself to move
wonder why i’m being used
sat there in the driveway
i spilled my damn brain
making up a lie so i could love myself
i was hoping that it’d all change
but it didn’t
i’m all there there really is here to blame

so i could love myself

i should release but thats alr
(soon, i hope)

so i could love myself

ginn