do I have to tear my brains out
do I have to break to remember what broke me
do I have to face the broken vase of facts
I cant be a plastic bag, sacrificed for turtle’s fad of suicide
so I just cry
I will be polyethylene, I
‘ll make you miss me, make you clean
off the brain, drive us insane, rocky remembering
just let me know why I
‘m like this, am i doomed to be the sun
it gets darker when you near cause you’re barely holding on
burning out
burning up
like the frog inside your teacups
study me, call me a fad of suicide
I am not a trend, I
‘m not inside my mind
psychology biology to conform
to the tea that keeps me warm
I can’t feel my bones, you’re throwing chamomile stones
crucified morals that are caging hormones
Боже Господи, I can’t be a boy
unholy
so let me out of the chains that hold me
like the teacup that heats the frog that hits the floor.
