painting all of my body
insurance can pay for me falling
i’m no stranger to hospital lobbies
i never go home
getting st-tches is embarr-ssing when you’re aging
all my friends are growing up
i’m tearing up my jeans
crashing my head in the pavement
i try to apply a meaning
i’m so stuck in the habits i formed when i was fifteen
getting st-tches is embarr-ssing when you’re aging
all my friends are growing up
i eat sh-t daily