i wait for you to leave the altar 'cause i coulda picked something easier i coulda been a contender for kinds of love that wouldn't falter inefficient little fake rockstar tryna make sure i'm up to par
we here at the museum of failure were lucky enough to have the artifact marked as historically important and the reel was shipped across border checkpoints having now seen the collection in its potential final form we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood
when i thought you were god i couldn't be more impressed turn your nose up at everyone else you were zeus with his master belt now i only play catch with myself "how can i milk this?" "how weak can i truly seem?"
