please stop it, rocking me sideways
you're making me seasick

the girl:

ecstatically happy, and utterly destroyed
0.08 of a second, all in the name of procrastination

how have the barriers inside my mind stretched into physical manifestations
they are etched in front of me, dodging my moves each time i change course

if god is here, he's slapping me in the face even as i type, 'stay away!' he says

ignorance =

i'm all a little too content right now
it's bizzare, unnerving in fact
i'm sure there are consequences in store
but i don't care, i'm content right now

karma, please don't mess with me
not right now

it's kind of building up, a little too much to bear
in hindsight i am far too young, i can't be cornered
inner sickness has acquired these physical attributes

can't sleep, don't eat, sick sick sick, can't sleep, cough, roll,
no, punch, cry, shake ache ache ache, wake up, dazed, pale,
i can't really say i enjoy this pain, it's misery

you

coward

words fail me tonight
i think they escaped
fell through my pores
and evaporated upward
i am far too tired

oh edie, you are a dream ♥