It starts with a number Eventually sickness you don't understand Pencil and paper Think if you lose it all then you'll be a better friend Cus you hate how your skin feels You're over aware of the bones that stick out Find comfort in small things The discolored fingernails prove to me you're dying now (now now now now now now now) You're dying...Learn More

So what if the world is on fire We will know nothing of it We’ll be crawling like cockroaches Through the liquor and nicotine kisses I am the back of your hand, you are nothing Read me your tarot cards Greet me with ambulances And flowers Hold onto what’s comfortably mine My head’s always reeling with guilt Think, maybe I could leave it all And rid...Learn More