WE LOVE THE USED
THE USED
PIECES MENDED
being faced with what i'm faced with i feel
like i can't rock
like a rock hit my heart
started to chain the day
and exploded into pieces

marry me
stay the same
lie to me and try to say you never will

i've got a feeling in my gut now fills me
with so much hope
said fuck it i'm fine
dine and dashed
the pianist peddled into morning
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