Submissions by _InsecureForYou_

Look, I won't pretend I understand it babe, the afterlife and all
But as you died you promised me that you would try to write or call
And i've been waiting ever since
Every sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults
And roll your corpse into the living room
And try and find your pulse and then repine at the results
I've even got my windowsills lined up with ultraviolet bulbs,
shrunken shrines of human skulls and other signs of the occult
But now i'm at a fucking loss, cause honey, nothing seems to work
Like i've been astrally projecting my body...