代位肺

bae: come over me: can't, i'm an underworld general bae: "KING SOLOMON CALLS THEE HITHER" me:

brainwash me until my consciousness fades

struggling to continue a sentence after a comma is how I experience karma

thoughts used to run through my head, now they loiter in quiet places trying to avoid eye contact with strangers

thigh aesthetics are my emotional crutches

just because you don't conform to norms doesn't mean you overstand them

bulemic when it comes to food for thought

displease me

if comedowns were religious martyrdoms I'd be jesus

meditating on the mystical tiers of savage responses fam

my inability to admire is also what preserves my social presence

if you're looking up to someone it confirms that they're looking down on you

everybody lit rn and I'm just here with the lights off

i'm never alone because my past seems to follow me wherever I go

but is your crippling despair locally grown?

rub me the wrong way until i'm worn out

you'd think i was jesus the way people keep crossing me

clothed in warm words from a cotton mouth

serializing abandonment issues

Anything shallow shall owe

the world's gone mad it made me crazy so on judgement day i'm putting forward an insanity plea