VictoryCoffee

we are sleeping ancient grieving seeping, bleeding, steeping tea is leaking from the edges of, a hole that never closes, oh we miss you dear/ but missing never helped us here. and i can tell the end is near so kiss me and then disappear. I hate to go. but awake,you never held this close- afraid you're just a walking ghost a shade of she i hurt the most.

if/you fall/in love/with me/i'll punch/you in the face no one's allowed/to think/that everything can end okay/ if the lies we keep/and bleed for/keep us whole/and sane something is wrong with this place. i make the laws/ i make the rules/ i'm running everything if/i think/i see/a/smile/i'm gonna break your legs we aren't happy here, we aren't anything. we're just waiting for the weight it'd take for this place to break, i'll never sing again.

i can't be happy when there's holes in you,                                                          under no roof,                                                                                                        or signs you'll start to break. speak soft/walk with an ancient tune                                                                      he wrote back when                                                                                               you went away. breathe/don't bleed/be- angry and awake. and wipe these dripping monsters from your face. i can't beholden to a different girl,                                  

you'd water down the milk to make sure they all got their share of guilt why should you why should momma have to work why should momma have to work just to feed these jerks, these girls better stay in line or god help i'll beat them half to death just for being themselves, alligator operator tears all over myself gonna bleed gonna scream mean things when i find out when i find out what you've done gonna sell you out cut off every ounce of love why should momma have to care why should momma have to care you're alone? fuck you should have done what i said to should have done it my way, now i'm done and i'm

   (picked, pattern not always important) a heart bled dry by time and trauma you wanna leave it all behind we got our empty veins and vessels tangled, intertwined cold as a corpse in conversation but she's got autumn in her eyes scared of all the ghosts i'm talkin' oh, she's scared they never died.    (strummed) cuz if they're alive then there must still be hope inside all these empty veins and vessels and all they need to heal is time.     (harmonic octave once per measure) her heart's forgotten how to beat and she don't wanna remember all those pools of ancient grief and an aching lost forever

all the lights inside became sirens

i didn't lose my shit and jump off of anything tall. or even really consider it. like/ i've been pretty good. no bad habits. they were all kind of right about me anyway, like. those are things i would have totally done, on my own. but i thought/maybe/ that you'd catch wind of it. and even though your brain would tell every part of you that would listen that you couldn't have done anything different. and everyone who knew would say "he was always troubled." and they'd all be right, maybe it'd still be more shit than you needed to put up with. more stress. so the only lines on my arm and thigh are years old. and the last time i ha

Do you ever have that thing when you're brushing your teeth and your friend busts into the bathroom and offers you a cookie? and you're like "MfFMmMMmhr" but she's like "it's snickerdoodle!" so you take it and she must have been lying because it tastes like mint and flouride? and then you start crying because you feel like you got too old to fast and you only had the chance to be young once and you already fucked it up and now you have to try and make some kind of adult out of yourself? ...yeah, me neither. that'd be weird.

Too much end/Not enough era