i haven't cried in a month
if you want to haunt
now is the perfect time
kill me in my grime
sour as a lime
i take what is mine
without question
another session
of egoistic worry
what are you sorry about?
i'll never let you pity me
have to be more witty than that
i haven't cried in so long
this song is dry as ice
my soul, my vice
another question, why
