Im An Angsty Cliché Piece Of Shit Pt. 1: What Was I Thinking?
I have counted a brand new feeling
One that swells with distress
Shooting signals into the sky
These fireworks may
Break the surface with success

And fall into the ocean
To creep onto the shore

Stop the singing in just enough time to prepare for the war

How does she taste?
I hope faintly of me
How does it feel with this new weight?
A new hand held, and a new bed to sleep