Get out because you're in the way
I can't sleep
I'll never be shit in this soft routine
Blind, controlled and bleeding at the lung
Nothing seems like before
I bet you will
I bet you will when you're kicking and screaming and everything in between
You've lost your mind in photographs and everything is fine
Tilt your head and walk away
You can't see your reflection in this effigy
Biting nails to swallow evidence