got a picture of you in a brass locket/ stashed in my back pocket/ would rock it round my neck but hiding seems more sincere/ dying is a veneer/ sighing between sips of mountain dew/ tired with/ this green screen environment/ halo like a red ring of death/ hangs overhead/ angelic and out of commission/ in the suburbs/ insect repellants a form of religion/ im butthurt…im just really butthurt/ suns dying but I can still roast hamburgers/ I have undiagnosed aspergers/ at the last supper with tupper ware cuz i don’t fuckin care
swear off following superstitions just to come crawling back with a hollow admission of loneliness/ im foaming at the mouth like your favorite coffee drink/
not a person, just the shadow of something worse/ so many shadows converge until they seem substantial/ a feeling’s only real if its reproducible/ i’m irreducibly reducible/ a glass ceiling lies flat across this crucible