it’s nice to know
whilst I sit alone
you’re running circles ‘round the world
fucking boys
fucking girls
fucking whichever you like better
it’s a day to day preference
couldn’t stop and breath for a second
or try to incite a decision
I’m trying to get you to listen
but I could never say enough
to account for how much I want
to be something other than this
boy in a basement with nothing
but a name and really sallow smile
I’m trying my best to keep at it
to never look down on my life
but tonight...
I get so lonely I can hardly even speak
and when I do
it does nothing for me
with nothing but sand in my mouth
nothing but sand will come out
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