Gucci towelette from Straw chairs by TRSH

You are everything I want
But I am everything you need
I smell my t-shirts to see if they’re clean
I think you need to leave
And crawl back into the hole where you came from
I bet it feels wonderful to be ashamed of
How you talk, you talk a lot
You know I talk, I talk a lot
It’s not fixed
We’re just hanging on
I’m a ball of cells until I’m not
I’m falling off
You’ve got bad taste
You don’t look both ways
Those hands lead me to my dark space
A blur for a headspace
No need for roomates
When I know we won’t get along
Stacking bodies in a nice neat pile
I might be gone and this time for awhile
Eat the bugs that are eating you alive
Surprised I’m high
Let’s vibe all night
And avoid each others eyes
They’re sick and tired and ready for a bed of lies
I forgot where I was going with this
Then I fell asleep and woke up feeling like shit
The possums were crawling
Digging in my chest
Letting me know that I was for breakfast
And I feel so weak
And I am so incomplete
I heard sirens calling
Singing songs only heard before your last breathe

• Alternative
• Pop Punk
• emo
• indie rock
• math rock
• midwest emo
• Springfield