who walked mud into the house?
i did
who’s blood is this ?
its mine
who’s growing hazier ?
ha me
who’s ready to leave this town ?
lets go
on second thought
where will i go
when will i get better
maybe when i realize she’s not getting better
maybe I’m not my mother
maybe I’m not a dirtbag
maybe i am getting better
but maybe I’m tired of running away
maybe all this will blow away
maybe the truth will come out
people already know my secrets
you become the lies you tell
my lies are to sell
but not selling
the customers aren’t buying
the customers have lies of their own
why would they wanna buy my clone
my print out
but this is the last waist of paper i copy
maybe i should leave the trees alone
i shut it down
I’ve thrown it down into the ground
feeling no more bounds
I’m staying
no more playing
disappointment has been my virtue
what about my morality
I’ve been listening to music i don’t even know
what about some assets of my own name
my own mane.