the hiss of an old tape and white sauce pasta
been through the dis now it’s time for the aster we hope for the last time

promises bounce off these walls and echo
we mirror well meaning intentions as we go around and around again

unspoken words only you can decipher
the hush of a silence that holds little meaning to anyone else

anything for a slow motion picture 
soundtrack for the afternoon comes attached with it

nothing to say of the lack of movement
we’ll leave when we have to leave when we have to leave

Feelin It

if you knew
how bad
i need
to taste you

hold you
underneath me
until you
can't breathe

your nails
dig into me
blood streaks
down my chest

too late
it's too late

lip tint
stains smeared
all on
my bones

bruises 
on your skin
but you're numb
to the pain

the smell of
candles
and sweat
suffocating

too late
it's too late

uneven

grasp at yr sense of self and give it all you can
look into the mirror and say this isn't who I am
there is a vaccine that helps you forget who you are

oogaboogabooga

some days i wake up pretty late
on some i don't at all
some nights i lie awake in bed
one hand on my cock

SOMEONE KILL ME AND TAKE MY PLACE
I PROMISE YOU THE PAIN
VOLUNTEER TO CLEAN MY MESS
THERE IS NOTHING TO GAIN

my cautious optimism's turned
to monday morning dread
life wants me on my knees
busy giving head

blue-brained ft. K

the thing in yr heart 
might say ur right
i’m the one 
for u tonight

but jesus doesn’t consent to our love

u might try 
yr best to win me
u might say
i want u in me

but jesus doesn’t consent to our love

jesus is a prude

good morning texts are all the same
glad to see u alive and well
to suffer through another day
push back the thoughts of yr decay

if u want then u can stay
if u don't ask then i won't say
why i find joy in yr malaise
i'm not evil i'm just jaded

look at me shy from the sun
compliment the shoes i've got on
tell me about yr new assignment
for that course u hate so much

i've been drinking paint all night
i've painted my insides the colour of these walls
i've painted my insides to match yr hair
i've painted my insides to match yr blood

shake