brand new

your such a pretty face
wasted space
i like Los Angeles
it feels good under my skin
hot mess

ah now i remember
what matters

you vandal
i miss my kitten
his bald spots and buck teeth
my face misses being rubbed by yours

dad mom dad mom fathe madre papa mum
i love you

this house is silent

i turned the large fan on


no more bands who want to be the beatles
all you need is love
trust this one

i might lie about my feelings not my thoughts

this is the reason why i sound so bland and i smirk
its numb when i say what hurts

it always hurts to lose a loved one
it hurts to lose yourself

i dont lose
i find a better game
one with intricate rules
and a prize worth fighting for

saved the world today

i am grateful

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