stumble like I'm clumsy
laugh when it's not funny
smile the tears away
and learn to love each sorrow-filled day
cry like I'm a fool
weak but I'm no tool
sick lovin.. represent
ill lovin.. there's no fragment
chaos delusional perception
don't mistake these words my action
stand like i am tall
childish silly when i fall
grateful for my existence
straining with such resistance
you know it all like it's written there
but deny the call as you stab me with your glare
Aesthetic Quarantine
won't hang if you can't hold tight.
and i can't believe
that i don't
remember
you.
baby sister, ily
Johnnnn: "That piece of whatever it is rattling around in that head of yours can produce some seriously creative shyt."