look at us now, we're all so lost

shaking our heads at the thought of a god

strangers inside their own homes

(between the scotch and the feedback is where i rot
trying to make my blood clot)

shit. this time tomorrow i'll be on my way to the airport. everything needs to be packed, clean, organized. i don't want to deal with it. uni shit. work shit. i want to record and hang out with my friends. but it's my own fault, this all could have been done weeks ago. once again, she leaves it to the last minute.

(you're not the type that we could forget
you'll see our shadows on the edge of the sky)

butterfly skin akin so delicate

tonight should be good.

you'll see our shadows on the edge of the sky