caged all the free spirits.

lets make them shiny so we see them glisten on the ocean bottom.

we'll take your flaws and polish them as good as new-that is except for jealousy, theres been a recall on that one.

turned the corners of my eyes out as though they were my pockets, as i pass by men sleeping in boxes looking for loose change.

fix me or forget me. at this point im going for whichever is easier.

im guessing i look like i just got off a bender cause everyone keeps saying "you really should get some rest".

like that was the problem.

it feels like a surgeon who cant cut himself open to save his own life.

going AWOL from ghost towns.

look into mirrors-"wipe that smile off your fucking face."

and whatever happens in between just make sure our plots are matching and next to eachother.

its kind of tough being a people pleaser when you arent too fond of people in general.

its hard to imagine a time when any of this made sense.