Flannel shirts and cigarettes never made so much sense, 4000  bangers

midwest emo (literally everything)_part2

Bury my head in the sand 
Beneath the casket of the clothes you laid them
Let’s marry them
And let our children roam
In the fabric of a bad night where we yelled 
The structure blurred 
And burned the kids into their night gowns 
Bathing with our open wounds
We have nothing left but our faces to touch
Under a mountain Of pressure
To find my way back and be someone better
This home is a maze that I lost myself in
 We let our broken arms carry us to Ohio 
On the way back to your dead sisters house as the blood from our mouths swallows us 
So let’s follow it back home
With no sense of direction 
Tripping over ourselves and the lovers we knew
It’s been the worst summer ever
With your funeral coming up
And how I can’t believe I got the day off

worst summer ever

My research paper is due at 11:59 on Tuesday do you wanna go get some food?
Tacos sound great, how about you?

I ran out of gas on my way 
And all I had left were my organs and bones
So I sold them
All my short comings have led me to you
every time I look up you’re with someone new
I’m on edge most of the time
Then I overfed my dog till one day he died 

Can you just be honest?
I’ve been waiting on the truth 
You’re all I ever wanted
There’s a sun dress I bought just for you, yeah you? The one that you wanted

taco tuesday

I don’t wanna grow old
But the years of rec league are upon us
I’ll cut off my arms At the end of the month
And arrange my name in alphabetical order 
You can come to my house 
if you can find something to talk about
You don’t need a play by play
And you never catch the hints I throw out
You can leave 
The doors the right there
I’m not your hostage I’m sure aware
I have so much in my fridge that I won’t touch
I’m on edge and never feel like quite enough
I don’t believe anyone who says that they are not afraid to die
Cuz I’m afraid to die
I’m not running away 
They say I’m rising up 
I’ll dip the cut in paint and try to wash away But it just festers up
I’m not running away I’m just rising up
It’s just another day in a different town when I wake up
and it’s killing me
Fuck your life
Is it everything you wanted and more?
Am I not everything you wanted and more?
Is not everything you wanted?
So I said
Hold the phone 
I’m just trying to calm down
In the folds
Breathing in just to breathe out

normcore 2006

Can you stop at Sam’s and pick up some fruit snacks
And cover your mouth 
You know not to do that 
Oh you always do that
My lease is up
I think I’ll sign for another year
And complain the entire time
God has a plan 
For everyone but me
Im stuck in stasis 
Always feel hated
Might as well turn this into a scene where I’m throwing up letting your dogs clean the fluids and bile

Can you all stop talking during my presentation please?
I’m already worried about my stutter
And the sweat seeping thru my jeans

Trenton Garage

Swordfish

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