I've been giving guidance by showing my bad moves
but you couldn't listen past my past truths
you just felt bad and stopped it again
you're all in a bend but now you steal
my words. you now know how I feel
how I've felt for the longest time
alone, without anyone to understand I
so say sorry all you want because I know exactly what you feel
but it's real
I'm under seen like a motherfucking eel
just as I'd begun to get caught
I slid off this rock you ripped open so I could sit on
the jagged edges is my comfort
but comfortable just makes me stunned
you still make me flutter but your
beautiful voice just takes me under
I lose reality and want to cuddle and forget about all of my struggles
the knife, scissors, light, glass, fire
my shadow, mirror, the chicken wire
the sick desire to spit on my own ripped entire big cadaver
I want to talk to my Butter Cup Queen
because that IS a thing
I'm a klusterfuk being
being under lucky
what a bunch of cluttered stuff
say hi to me and start the conversation
now it's for me to do as I say
I'll be the one that's waiting
