talkinaboutyou

Say hello to the rug's topography
          It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
          Say hello to the shrinking in your head
          You can't see it, but you know it's there so don't neglect it
          
          I'm taking her home with me, all dressed in white
          She's got everything I need, pharmacy keys
          She's falling hard for me; I can see it in her eyes
          She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
          
          Say hello to all the apples on the ground
          They were once in your eyes, but you sneezed them out while sleeping
          Say hello to everything you've left behind
          It's even more a part of your life now that you can't touch it
          
          I'm taking her home with me, all dressed in white
          She's got everything I need, some pills in a little cup
          She's falling hard for me; I can see it in her eyes
          She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
          She's got everything I need, pharmacy keys
          She acts just like a nurse for all the other guys
          
          Say hello to the rug's topography

if you want me to starve ill fucking starve
          insecure ass woman

hi so its between i was a 15 year old kid messing shit up like normal or i was going through psychosis or psychosis adjacent symptoms as you all tried to convince me i was da kurlzz in the flesh and more real than he possibly could be

Vincent is gone. Vincent is no more.
          
          But at what cost?
          
          He brought forth so much devastation. What for?
          
          Money that he never got? The nudes he received from minors? What, to leave an impression?
          
          To prove to himself that he can puppeteer "celebrities" and deceive the gullible with them?
          
          Am I supposed to stop here? Did the witch "sense" that I had many words planned, and he just left right when I was about to say them?
          
          Is it that he feels the guilt beneath the facade?
          
          I don't know.
          
          And I don't want to say I'll never know. Because I will enlighten myself.
          
          That's the resolution.
          
          The knowledge is pain. And it's bearing the truth that aches.
          
          But would I rather be an ignorant fool once more?
          
          No. This is where resilience is born.
          
          And Wrath where it belongs.

he made a fucking song he made a fucking song dude thats fucking deranged im gonna kill him idgaf what happens to me

who gives a shit if i almost die who gives a shit if i split like 5 different times
          doesnt matter im not vincent
          im insignificant

I SHOULD HAVE ENDED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE

youre younger than my daughter

i cant tell a soul

I hate that I hum along to your voice
          Sing your stupid little songs
          The fake vows you preach
          Every smile that reaches you is so undeserved
          If only they knew the man you were
          If only they knew you are only pretending
          If only they knew that I feel dirty and disgusting
          If only they knew that I was only fifteen
          why did i let you
          im so gross