Past and Pending Phone Demos

You always say
That i’d stay blind if I
Closed my eyes
your words can’t change who I am, except mine

Eyes crying out
Cuts and bruises
On your face and your headspace
And yet you still got that dumb look on your face

We’ve inherited
The very thing
Nobody else
Wanted

We’ve inherited
The sentiments
We got from our
Circumstances

you fall down
And shatter
Let’s castrate
The bullshit on this earth

From phoenix
To crucifix
spread our wings
And burn, burn!

Arms reaching out
Cuts and bruises
On your own fucking headspace
And yet you still got that smile on your face

Cuts 'n Bruises

Two sides
Love and hate are sewn
Into human fabric
Unreflective, tangled matted
Not a single thing has changed

Dancing in the dark
Next to swing sets
they hurt themselves on
Sometimes you need some help
Most times, you can’t help to change


You lost the ones that you used to love so much
All the ones that poisoned your life will be gone

You forgot the parts of yourself you used to love
All the parts that you still hate will never be gone

Therapy Rated E (For Everyone)

i don't know how to play this anymore

don't you dare touch me
im gonna hurt you
boy shut your ass up
who am i to you
i don't care what you think
Im not your puzzle piece
Can't believe that I used to think
that you were good to me

I'm not a nice girl
I'm more of a knife cuz
I'm sharper than ever
You won't get any closer

I told you what you need
But you got prideful
the same way you used to stay out of trouble
if you keep weighing on me
all of your memories
that got you harming the way your trauma did

Knife Girl

Toby told me 'fore they died
that they would die tryin'
life just is much like my first taste of spit in awhile:
I convinced myself to enjoy it 
despite how scary it was

on god, you fucking kiss and grip like a squid

Even if this might not be a universal observation
the neighborhood is always nodding and then we doze off
bystanders standing by, in an idle groan of pro(re)gression
the other side of the ink blot across the mirror
reminds me of the variety of homogeneity

Toby told me that they had plenty despite having nothing

Toby Told Me

at night, we'd sit in my car
to tallk about how they left these scars
they say they make us better
if anything it just makes me remember

keep on crashing n burnin
noone else can do that quite like we do
but trial n error are nothing
if your friends keep on savin you until you're on your own

we were miserable ourselves
if only the younger versions of ourselves could see us now
they wouldn't even believe us
i'll tell i'm still here and I will stay there til the end

Your Friends Love You

i draw, make sounds, fiddle with computers

Cuts 'n Bruises

no algorithm