I can't breathe. I'm hardly ever alone, but I'm always lonely. I've set foot on many lands, but have yet to find my way home. My smile's a lie, you're foolish to ever believe it.
I await death with eager eyes. My tongue desires the taste. My fingertips reach out impatiently. I just want to welcome it home.
Each day is exactly the same. The world spins, it never stops spinning, and neither does my mind, but God I wish at least one of them would stop for just a moment.
I relate to nothing but sad songs. Happiness is a myth that I no longer believe in. "It's all a mentality." fuck you.
Everything nowadays is filtered. Every little moment has its own stage. Private moments are livestreamed for the world to see. "Vain!" is hypocritically screamed out by the boy who demands his words be read.
God's words are mutilated for political agenda. We're blind to the systematic oppression. Can't you see that War is Peace and Freedom is Slavery and Ignorance is Strength? How foolishly we ignore the warning signs.
And how foolishly we buy into the superiority of human beings.
We are nothing. Pathetic. Disgraces to a nonexistent god.
Sorry. My therapist says too often I project.
The Things I Would Do For A Like
Last Night, Somebody Broke Into My Car
Small Town, Big Stars
Austin to LAX
Success Is Infinite
I Am Impatient As Fuck
Something About Existence
Completely, Fully, Undeniably Human
Uber Ride Gone Wrong
The Girl of My Dreams
Dear Beautiful Starbucks Lady
Talking to Strangers
It Gets Better