youth

I’m holding my head, i can’t hold your hand

I already said i wasn’t meant for this

Troubled by the emptiness & benzodiazepines

This is ******* atrophy, i feel it

I can’t feel ****, bourbon on my rings

I’m collecting names, setting fire to my insides

Put that blade against my tongue, you know i **** with death

I’ve been pulling powder in my lungs like i’ve got nothing left

Angel wings on me, i’m already dead

Halos buried with their hymns six feet from my ******* head

And i was in the back during the set

Dressed in black, i didn’t get your text

Maybe i left you on read (maybe you don’t understand me)

I’m under stress, under slept, i feel the noose around my neck

I feel like i don’t want to live, i feel like i’ve already bled out

Cut open, sun poisoned

Eyeliner, your rhetoric

A vision, mirages

I’m hollow, nothing at all

You’re poured up, new haircut (already dead in the benz hit a hundred and five)

No feeling, young and in love (eighteen forever got blades out i’m ready to die)

Eyeliner, your parties (headlights in my eyes, the darkness eats me up inside)

Scar tissue, your skin on mine