daily shit

and i dont know what i care for anymore
every single person turn tail and they ignore
all the time and dedication that we swore
that shit sent me burning flames straight into my core

and all those pretty lies
i get
that my time's compromised
i walk
towards the purple lights
bleached hair
and my life's a landmine

time keeps tickin away
dont stall just cut right to the chase
cold dead eyes on a pretty face
got me out gunned an arms race

and im wasting every day
i dont really fuckin know
what im doing anyway
so (i dont know)
i stay up to 3 am
melatonin in my head
cuz i just cant go to bed

and i cant
just be myself
but i hate
that someone else
in my head
is always somewhere
fighting
against my conscious

landmine

produced , mixed , recorded, cover art by me :)

scab.

Marco Ivy