WE LOVE THE USED
THE USED
CHOKE ME
as of now im down straight up
and i can turn to the box for some peace
or a box for a piece
or a box for a smoke
but theyre all gonna choke me

youre so crazy
enough in a way that ill probably say you
destroyed me

for ahile i was cleaner than now
then i started to destroy myself
with things that i love now the things that i hate
until it finally broke me

fuck my ass

choke me
maybe memories
the taste of ink
bulimic
say days ago
poetic tragedy
buried myself alive
a box full of sharop objects
blue and yellow
greener with the scenery
noise & kisses
on my own
pieces mended
*choke me