Gucci Towelette

TRSH

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You are everything I want
But I am everything you need
I smell my T-Shirts to see if they're clean
I think you need to leave and
Crawl back into the hole where you came from
I bet it feels wonderful to be ashamed of
How you talk, you talk a lot
You know I talk, I talk a lot

It’s not fixed, we’re just hanging on
I'm a ball of cells until I'm not, I'm falling off
You've got bad taste
You don’t look both ways
Those hands lead me to my dark space
A blur for a headspace
No need for roommates
When I know we won't get along

Stacking bodies in a nice neat pile
I might be gone and this timе for awhile
Eat the bugs that are еating you alive
Surprised I'm high, let’s vibe all night
And avoid each other eyes
They’re sick and tired and ready for a bed of lies

I forgot where I was going with this
Then I fell asleep and woke up feeling like shit
The possums were crawling, digging in my chest
Letting me know, I was for breakfast

And I feel so weak
And I am so incomplete
I heard sirens calling
Singing songs only heard before your last breath