I was fucking up, handing off the reigns to you.
I
The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy
Catch me. I'm a wreck who let my conscience down.
I
So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it
Rule one, is hang up your phone,
because if you knew
The voices are silent echoes. This is the hardest part.
The
Take this record. Start with self-mockery.
A master work of toilet
Another jog through hell, but why are you pacing?
We're not
If I can then I will twist this knife until
Fuck genius. What's an artist?
Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's
I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag