streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? passing scenes fly by like signs on highways pretty little liars get in line here behind greys 30 yard line gaze right into my eyes, babe you say "i understand the struggle cuz my homies think that i'm gay" okay, but have you seen the shadows by the river? the beasts behind the stars that make the state line glimmer? did you ever notice the gas station's always on fire? and the further you walk away the air seems lighter? inspired, the people there's glassy eyes desire requirements higher than the aforementioned liars who wire me cents over dollars hand over fist on bandcamp and then pretend they understand that numbers are a sand trap, but i'll catch you in the act then land that combat interpersonal, the bevy of blows hurts and all but you pay attention to the other end of the call when my phone rings the dial tone hiccups this ain't a visit it's a stickup streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? all i'm saying is that i understand the tactics used but the war being fought would be welcome news i understand the methods of attack but the reasons behind them never come back what happens when we die, where do we go? exactly where and what you want, as far as you know and it goes like that, and it just goes to show it doesn't take john does to come to low blows the more it happens the harder it is to keep myself in check i don't have a paranoid disorder i'm just fucking correct but if my fears were justified i don't know what i'd've said if everyone's pretending to like me, what does that affect? bet, but i know what you're doing, fucker you don't know what i am, or do, or am pursuing, fucker i'll let you keep getting lucky with your guesses if you want but i'll match lies with lies, i'll match taunts with taunts i know the font not the words, cursive's what i heard this isn't a game it's simply absurd from what i've observed i can see what's referred to and if you break kayfabe i'll be forced to hurt you streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me? streets after avenues after streets streets after avenues after streets will things appear as soon as they seem? will that mean to you what it means to me?

if i could just sit in this room talking to you for the rest of all time, that's cool nothing to prove certainly this is nothing new untold truth but i'm tired of sitting on life's roof teetering, aloof thinkin bout the sun thinkin bout the time it'd take to get there, would be fun my wax wings were made to self destruct and i'm denying myself that outcome but hold me down on the ground and count to three and maybe it'll get shaken out of me with an unshakeable unproveable certainty look at my disease i don't think i really want to be a person and i do not think that it is that important i don't want to participate in the world so could i just be left alone my own girl aren't you tired of being so indecisive? do you think that i don't know how indecisive i can be sometimes? sorry i'm indecisive should i live or die? i like life indecisive looking at the bottom there's rocks, okay, got it but tunnel past the flotsom there's gotta be something else down there making my way back would be impossible at this point clutching my last wish coin i simply can't uncut my hair decisions aren't permanent, but their consequences are more than temporary isn't just that thought scary? fucking it up irreparably? but i'm sinking while thinking light blinking mouth leaking it's all in my head probably i don't think i really want to be a person and i do not think that it is that important i don't want to participate in the world so could i just be left alone my own girl aren't you tired of being so indecisive? do you think that i don't know how indecisive i can be sometimes? sorry i'm indecisive should i live or die? i like life indecisive

given a long enough timeline everything known to me seems fine then listen to the ones who spoke their voices have a purpose no one's blowing smoke i don't much care for honesty it gets people in trouble, just show them what they want to see if you were to push some meaning out of my skull i promise you it wouldn't matter, you'd just find a hole fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines truth is deep down i'm a person i've got thoughts and feelings no worse than the ones that you say and think on the daily but i'm better at hiding it, that's mainly the difference between me and the rest of the world you want me to be the image of an average girl but i'm as complicated as they come but i'll pretend i'm not so you can play dumb fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines fill my vacant space with whatever you see fit matter cannot be destroyed so who gives a shit i'm a black hole in my free time and i'm not an actress i just read lines

fuck with this you are not above this baby, i know you love this skidmarks to the wrist, fuck it up i need to close facebook so i can get my work done you fear my enemies, you already were one you cast a long shadow, i'm barely a person more akin to sleep paralysis, or anything worse than driving on the wrong side of the road on the way to witchita treating other cars like spyro treated the riptocs' rickshaws in the eyes of the law i can pop my jaw while sucking off ricky gervais raw hope your bitch leaves you like graham lineham i was on mumsnet tryna start a gift card scam for seven walmart fifty dollar ones I'll track down your mans to the tranny that he's been slamming to keep himself crammed I've heard better excuses out of worse people this prison's a church, and my cock is the steeple my flesh is the walls, and my bones are the bars these pills are the raft that won't get runners far god damn, that's some superficial reasoning at the end of it all what's life without seasoning? the spice has gone from mine and that's fine but don't be surprised if i run out of thyme be gay do crime but you never leave your house not much illegal shit you can do from your couch i've got to get out i hate this shit kill me I'm in a Denny's bathroom topping Brian Kilmeade instill my message in your kids like it's gospel my apostles are beggin for the Trin Pentecostal my shit is violent, wilin', hostile your shit's docile on hospice or a fossil got insurance sure to justify the rust that i lusted after with my eyes dilapitated buildings look lovely in the moonlight rusty shacks and broken homes look lovely if you can look right the graffiti spells a message that both of me can rewrite reruns done with care to edit out the jokes from the first run lost episodes where my characters swear and blow nuns have fun, poke a hole in the bottom and them slam it they should've let steven universe have just one "god damnit" the guy deserves it, i know what it's like to have a deadbeat mom and the circuitry of my existential anxiety to be a ticking time bomb ticking away the seconds until the love you held goes long and you throw it a bone hoping no one asks what's wrong

i'm thinking about some shit out loud steam vent to let some pressure out maybe i should learn to be proud but good lord i am the queen of doubt i'll be around i'll stay in touch i'll something something not my style i'm gonna dip in a second cuz i can tell the present meet my eyes give three seconds then normalize normal eyes pack of L&Ms shoved up in my crevices lesson is: don't trust those who are depressionless too busy writing clever sounding nonsense to make a point grab that shit like yoink never hit the doink seemingly tomorrow brings the morning this is your only warning dishearteningly upsettingly horny get out of my fucking bed and into my fucking head if you could see what i see you'd end up fucking dead god might forgive you but i won't i might judge you cuz god don't if you're expecting omnipresent sentience you're gonna end up getting your ass kicked last trick, what's up the sleeve? it's your date of death birth certificate reads "what's left?" i bet don't fret motherfucker i got suppositories for that pretty little brain in your head stained sickly red and given tread for snow piles stained grey by matter from the outside indoors don't stay you don't say? i'll make sure you don't pay so don't play, get in the door then pave ways god loves cowards they're smart enough to see the forest for the trees hours aren't enough to give your chores away for free towers seeping deep into the floor it seems to be make sure you stay off key when you sing for me give time to seeping dark thoughts living life hard knocked and half cocked it's easier than not give me rot before vengeance, not forlorn kid's shit i do not get it listen bitch forget it

all the money in the world couldn't save you from these two fists how hard would it be to convince you that you need this? i look up at the sky wonder why folks get real pissed when i merely exist, doesn't take much to make that list am i thinkin' about it too much? or am i not thinking about it enough? words, thoughts, memories, friends and enemies, what you pretend to be, it's all just stuff fuck it what would that teach you about love? is love consequential, essential, or rough? wrong way down a one way street has never been enough to detain me what love does the diety you hold it for hold for you? and what else might the universe have to put you through? i don't hold shit against higher powers, they're just doing their job but you treat it like it's romantic sometimes when you get robbed the gun lobby doesn't represent the armed public pack a pistol when I run dick on the NRA's tongue, lick but the donor money spends the same no matter whose boner honey spurts on face, splatter leave the room with lots of chaste chatter everyone's mad now, at most we'll get a based hatter teatime hits different when the allegories turn to metaphors about government overreach and calling single women whores but how many basement dwellers even seem to listen to The Doors? i'll Iggy Pop a nut off in the ass of Jim Morrison shit I was thinking about Morrisey fuck that fat fascist faggot, surprised if there's more to see see i'm queer and overweight myself, that just happened naturally but there's nothing natural about the sweat and cum my mattress leaks vile shit, i love being fucking depraved i fucked an emo femboy in a graveyard on a holiday same bitch i fucked in an alley by a chinese place then ordered takeout with smeared makeup and a straight face blood on the fist after it leaves you, wipe it off-a if the dread doesn't hit you like a mack truck, rifle oughtta did you read ahead again? are you all caught up? there'll be a pop quiz in 30, make sure you have everything you brought up

keep your stick on the ice keep your stick on the ice keep your stick on the ice dead as a fucking i've got a problem, problem is my problems, i don't wanna solve em heads or tails or di from wales or lies for sales, don't wanna call em lav mics tangled in my nerves, and when failed by silence, cuz the microphones were always in my blood, we must resort to violence dead as a doornail, quiet as a mouse call your life the Collyer's, make this home into a house psych ward be like "so true bestie" that's all you got? boy, how depressing bitch on her knees like "heavens to betsy!" you think you're fucking gretsky? it's a turn of phrase, a fucking saying, an idiom at best give this shit a rest, get it off your chest upper middle class trans mascs would move land mass for some ukelele but my fingers way too busy to play, dizzy, wouldn't you say? dead as a doornail, that dog don't fuckin' hunt teapot asks the kettle "can you call a cunt a cunt?" way too fucking cowardly to give you what you want i'm not changing what i'm saying i'm just altering the font keep your stick on the ice keep your stick on the ice keep your stick on the ice dead as a fucking lifting unkind versions of your self in to your ideal state just to tear them down so unsure seems so stupid slightly sanguine no height weight length carve your namesake into the bark you don't know your own strength good faith crisis bullshit actors last a longer time than ever-afters be they happily disasters or friends of Zoroaster once upon a time i was paid not to stay dismissively labeled another gay story for another day i'm talkin' bout cement, baby, that's conk creet i don't even know how to play sports still cis bitches can't compete whole wheat smol beans get their heads bashed against the street are my blood and guts fucking valid? you wouldn't last a week jump the fuck out your skin for once for free he ended up sad about the future past and present, Mr. Me Dr. Worm robbed my gas station and Lincoln never called I got Ray Blanchard here sucking on my balls hail, and well met, friend have you brought my end? my means can't pretend to be anything but trends dead as a doornail, hotter than hell you must enjoy the visions you get inside that cell dead as a fucking keep your stick on the ice keep your stick on the ice dead as a fucking lifting unkind versions of your self in to your ideal state just to tear them down so unsure seems so stupid slightly sanguine no height weight length carve your namesake into the bark you don't know your own strength lifting unkind versions of your self in to your ideal state just to tear them down so unsure seems so stupid slightly sanguine no height weight length carve your namesake into the bark you don't know your own strength

i'm pro choice cuz i wish my mom had aborted me and if that's too much to ask i wish she would've supported me nothing's getting past, the universe is just bored of me they say i need to take a rest but i'm just too fucking ornery i don't give a fuck about your fat cock tryna find who the fuck asked call me matlock let's stop and talk shop about rap rock rather that than follow back you pet rocks i drew a dick on your girl's face with her consent, that's how she is she's about it bitch, i'm not a fuckin pimp i'm polyamourous i'm pauly shore when i'm on camera, bitch if you can stand this bit then you'll understand my lack of tits skinny white queers getting cut the fuck up, done ain't never been to space, don't give a fuck about houston if we got a problem, got two fists, i'll only use one then post pictures of you full clothed and watch your simps un-cum thoughts might enter your head but then stop why stop now when already on top? like you know shit but the bottom, hell take cock better than you take the l cuz ass might sell tracks but i got less patience than hair on my back which ain't saying much, sour got body hair like austin powers it's not about passing fuck that shit it's about amassing followers or clicks or plays and being an icon to the gays but twinks don't fucking like me theater kids too scared to fight me but i can't afford to tell you to bite me cuz i need to fill a niche of a niche of a niche of a niche a venetian snares type beat might suit me if the atmosphere weren't so gloomy and if i were better at what i do but whatever it is it's probably true i'm the transgender Rick Astley never gonna give it up, you can't get shit past me took a bitch to taco bell then she baja blasted me and she never called me back cuz she outlasted me

why can't you be uniquely yourself just like everybody else you seem to think you know what's best so why don't you tell us all the rest it's surely not that hard to achieve you look so beautiful while you wander aimlessly is it possible you're suffering inside don't pretend you're not, start asking why you think you're so much better off than me as often as i hate myself i'm pretty often fairly happy and how'd that happen? well, that remains to be seen but my life rules sometimes and that's what makes me free so don't start blaming yourself, my dear i've got my ups and downs, i've got my constant fear on the other hand, i've got all my best friends right here i've got my heart on my sleeve, you're posturing your cheer i've accomplished a lot in my day my life could've gone wrong in many different ways but i wake up every morning in pain and i thank the pain, it reminds me that i still have a brain i can still feel something, that hole in my heart's not here forever it's been filled before, it'll fill again, life has made me clever i've taken every single hardship in stride and i wear my battle scars with pride you think you're so much better off than me but as often as i hate myself i'm pretty often fairly happy and how'd that happen? well, that remains to be seen but my life rules sometimes and that's what makes me free so don't start blaming yourself, my dear i've got my ups and downs, i've got my constant fear on the other hand, i've got all my best friends right here i've got my heart on my sleeve, you're posturing your cheer

thinking about all you might have if you didn't fall in love with sociopaths we've never believed in coincidences you might be the problem but that's not my business is it possible the only people that can love you can't love you, they just use you to feel they're above you or maybe life on the outside's not what you thought it was and nobody but you feels anything, that's because you think about it so often that you don't even know how long it's been since anyone laid their hands on you put their claws in your heart and then trampled you truth is, everyone's sick in the head a bit that doesn't make anyone full of shit you better not think this is your fault but if you want time alone, i guess that's your call what's a white lie when the truth gets admitted immediately after it's omitted? i hid behind years of gaslit doubt i kinda assumed you'd've clawed back out but i know better than that after a few years listen to yourself thru your own broken ears fear the future more than you fear health you're scared of becoming yourself how do i know who you are? operative word would be "we" and i'm not so far from where you are now and it's written in hindsight i'm not a demon trying to blindside just trying to warn you you'll become nothing if you keep on thinking that love is all bluffing you can find truth, reliability, heart and within yourself is a good place to start (oh girl it's you) it's you that's done this it's me that has to fix it but us would be endless we have to work against it appended to that is this clause: you don't have to undo problems you didn't cause (it's you) that we have to combat when too scared to react to those walking red flags we share this body but not this brain repetition, some say, will drive you insane

given the circumstances it's fair to say that i definitely spent forever wasting my time and i wouldn't have spent those years doing anything else and i wouldn't do anything with my heart but feel how i felt i might be the answer to my own problems i'd like that quite a bit listen to the walls and ceilings hard to differentiate i think that i might quit i have finally found god in north dakota the unfortunate news is it's me, oh lord whether you can give a parsec or just an iota i can see the frame but not the door i have finally found god in north dakota the unfortunate news is it's me, oh lord whether you can give a parsec or an iota i can see the frame but not the door i got rules better left to an observer who deserves them someone tries to love me i might fucking hurt them and that's not your fault if it happens i'm just saying i warned you, i'm strapped in i'm not any more okay than you the difference between us is i have nothing to prove i'm damaged but i'm not expired for the most part i'm broken but glue and duct tape have mended my heart i have finally found god in north dakota the unfortunate news is it's me, oh lord whether you give a parsec or just an iota i can see the frame but not the door i have finally found god in north dakota the unfortunate news is it's me, oh lord whether you give a parsec or just an iota i can see the frame but not the door i have finally found god in north dakota it's me, oh lord it's me, oh lord found god, it's me