song for avery - over dramatic. my bones are matches. when they grind together, i catch fire and unfortunately, the people closest to me catch the quickest. dandelion wishes spent on you. i didn’t leave my bed today, and by today i mean for the fifth time this week. i know that i would leave the house if i had something else to do other than sleep. but when i sleep i can pretend that i’m dead. and sometimes, pretty pictures fill my head. when i’m asleep there’s less time to think about how everyone decides to dip out. my brain’s shut down. my head’s become a ghost town. sending letters to my future self just begging for some help. dissociating while explaining how i can’t put a finger on what’s freaking me out, guess i don’t recognize myself. lonely little nihilist, lacking social skills. brush it off that i’m fucked up and dry swallow my pills. i’m not afraid of the dark and i’m just afraid of being alone, so i sleep with the lights on just to feel at home. entropy - empty my bag on your bed. i think i was trying to find a lighter. add salt to the water to float in my head. we expand and contract but we’re not getting better. catch up. it seems like i always miss a beat. skinning myself on the asphalt. who am i to look at anything but you? skitchig the back of your dream car. decomposing to nothing and quietly subdue. just dust. it seems like i always miss a beat. fuck up. it seems like i always miss a beat. no good - the past hangs like a snare. figuring out there’s no use for me there. listening to the streets for answers. released early and rowdy like prison overcrowding. breathing like i’m running out of air. id get up but i’m so scared. false memories of my own death. if this is hell i swear we’ve already met, acquainted with you like the blood in my wrists. leave me and let me hurt. put down the buckets and just let me burn. leave me and let me feel all of these things that make me real, and if i’m no good no good no good no good at anything. if i’m no good i’m no good i’m no good. i was born in the winter, so i’ve always been cold. built from a failed marriage, burnt sugar in my bones. left out in the open, corrupted by sound. destined for these breakdowns. at what cost comes the crown? little one, i don’t know you. you run in my dreams. they call you by my name, but these aren’t my memories. and if i’m no good no good no good no good no good at anything. if im no good i’m no good i’m no good. if tire swings could talk - no matter how much i’ve had it with all of the bullshit, you are my worst habit, don’t think i’ll ever quit. brush me away like the smoke from my 27s. i broke your heart too so i guess we’re even. i kisses cracked phone screens and laid my tongue to the speakers. frank you all in and i couldn’t believe you would ever believe in me. now drunk on these porches i once held your hand, told the world our whole secret now i’m puking in their toilets. you held me on the floor but i just wanted more than you could ever possibly give. i kept all the little things you forgot, like the way you put your tongue in my mouth in the parking garage. you worry she’s a little too young and you’ll break her heart when you fall out of love, yeah you’ll break. i just want you to cut me open on one of your pretty stages. put an end to whatever the fuck this is. bring out the guillotine, i’ll show you just how much you mean to me. find the soft spots on my body and cut me down the seams.