i'd like to stop

Tomorrow will happen

whether I am ready or not

now I wonder and I wish

my hands are empty and my showers are cold
the stars are plenty but their stories stay untold

I am certainly lonely but even more I pine
no time to look inward so I say that I'm fine

too concerned with the business of others
to realize that it is me who is smothered

now I am dying quite slowly, without making a sound
and I'm dreaming and wishing that you'll come around

the freckles atop my lip fell off as the season changed
now my lips, barren and with broken bark
my mouth dry, no syrup left to spout
and my teeth chatter, for it is cold again

I like long showers but I'd rather take a bath.

When I wash my hair people think I got a haircut

Heaven is being fed by other people.

when i do something wrong i feel like im dying.

i love being in bed.

don't you feel exhausted when you reach out to the people that you love?
doesn't it make you wonder if something is wrong with you?
maybe you're loving the wrong people?
you seem exhausted too.

i want to get to know you slowly
I look forward to surprises

pigs are dog humans