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Then come the nights where I bury my head in my sleeves Not my hands, cause I don't wanna break out more I break down more Without trying to lean on my car horn Within my failed twink-core body at the surface Sing with my falsetto only heard by dogs and serpents Listen to goldfish over and over and over While I refill that little fishy orange wallet Lothario's bowl with my tears I calm down, I drive home, what changes? I wanna break this numbness finally I want fried Oreos to cum inside me I imagine myself sucking face with a streetlight every drive But I'm a coward I drive between the lines I'm too scared of death and looking fugly I bring K to the breakfast table every next morning Including the one spent ditching school And biting my knees alive in my room After nearly getting my friends killed on the 101 My music is special in the guitar strings I choose to scratch my arms with When old riffs don't sound the same Hell is awareness Eat nonsense and spew out f*ck ass burgers Times like this, I wanna try painting my bathroom with ketchup again But all I make is a mess And if the coat is too heavy My history will dry up with these tracks mixed too shittily Every other hour I want to assault every song I made about you That I find worth in Which is why I feel worthless Every time I pull back the curtains And see The Shaggs performing ''What Should I Do?" Except I doubt I'll find success like those poor queens did For a while, I didn't get how you slept at night Then I remembered how I sleep at night And I understood But then I recalled how my hands are calloused from building text walls And yours are fucking gorgeous cause you didn't want to get them dirty with my garden Besides the cacti that make me bleed out in trypophobia All of our plants died And so did we I would say that at least we had good times, though in retrospect Could they beat all the, as I say to my besties, goofiness? Like a fight between a two-headed dinosaur and a robotic Bigfoot We are a fart But goodbyes will never do it I guess we'll just have to fade apart (All around the town, they come around and terrorize) (I tell ya) (They, uh, get their hands on whatever they can) (They're mischievous little fellas) (They uh)