So douse yourself in cheap perfume, its so fitting... So fitting of the way you are, you can't cover it up... Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lip. I'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped back you your family coz i know you will be missed so you can find a safe place brace yourself, they call kids like us ficious and carved out of stone but for what we've become we just feel more alone, always weigh what i've got against what i left... So progress report i am missing you to death.