in your moral panic with a thousand doors how a cycle treats you like a cold sore stand and watch this is what you did with the one life you had you ruined it i want to earn this moment i want to work my way back
buzzing with electrolytes and sacrilege to be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration i get that this is heinous to burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor but i guess that's only half the accusation, in hindsight i was lost and didn't have a map to recreate it the "home" you said you came with
supercollider crippler fame (i'd like to thank the academy) fake (i love your hair, oh my god) zenith (this summer) teeth seven (because seven ate nine) moon (that's no moon)
basic chemistry stagnant science middle child there's so much i wanna s-s-s-say but i just keep my fucking mouth shut sister syzygy don't you hate being
