Theatrics

Feel your breath against my lips Working to fight listlessness Gears are rusted they need to be fixed Somethings boiling under their lid Mould pools by your old door frame Replaying clips where they said your name Knives fix what my body hates Weakened by each breath I take My figure is a shell I'm not doing well I'm clawing till I bleed There's nothing left for me Are you having fun yet? Eating like its nothing I promise they'll be upset I make a pretty sunset Long sleeves and sweatpants Hope they never get that I'm not feeling bad I just don't feel at all Cant cry why bother I'm becoming my father See through the cover Burn the thoughts with alcohol My figure is a shell I'm not doing well I'm clawing till I bleed There's nothing left for me Are you having fun yet? Eating like its nothing I promise they'll be upset I make a pretty sunset My figure is a shell I'm not doing well I'm clawing till I bleed There's nothing left for me Are you having fun yet? Eating like its nothing I promise they'll be upset I make a pretty sunset My figure is a shell I'm not doing well I'm clawing till I bleed There's nothing left for me Are you having fun yet? Eating like its nothing I promise they'll be upset I make a pretty sunset