who fucking cares

I feel my blood getting thinner every second
hanged man memories on the mind
Three quarters of jack
a dirty thirty chaser
and a pretty lady labeled my best friend
is the most neurotic
prosthetic
Let's fuck some shit up tonight signature
in my book to date

but i sure do look pretty
with a Marlboro
and suicide smeared in my make-up
dancing to gothic techno
fucking combichrist busting the speakers
like mdma might miraculously go out of style
cause I'm only twenty once

Right?

self mutilation is harvested through routine
Faces of wreckage on display
for minimum wage
and the architecture of a shit apartment complex
tell god i didn't get his package or post card
cause Houston was too busy working off a hangover
for fed-ex this weekend

I'm smoking the dust of someone elses mistakes
like it's my fault
like the insects know the difference
between people and bodily fluids
hard to tell sometimes
ain't it?

recently
I've been considering painting the abc's in insanity
With his
and hher
and his
and my name
in red
red
red
red
purple stains
On the goddamn carpet
for the roommates to find
So they'd fucking kick me out already
stability never looked good
with me on a different level
than the pile of dishes on the living room floor

I'm still waiting for that joke love to actually break me
so i can spit on that too
honestly
what does that fucking tell you about me?