I just can not believe that I can't look you in the face like I was able to do for hours at a time.

Faded, hungover and not a fuck to give

I've lost all count of the amount of lies I spill through my slurred words. There's nothing that I pray for more than to divide our lives just so I don't intertwine anymore webs in this spill full attempt at a beautiful life. And that's been my problem exactly.

I wanna filter my life with your purity, your knowledge. I find that, quite beautiful.

But you've become second nature. I am so custom to you like water at 3am, the smell of fresh hair, like my blood shot eyes reflecting through my bathroom mirror.

I suppose it's irony that gravity has become our analogy.

I felt completely sick to my stomach that I managed to function in that shape and form. But I managed not to break apart in that shape and form. Nothing would've been worse than facing this bull shit of a reality thats been established. I feel disgusted.