cut the stars out of your eyes make a kaleidoscope 
bleed into your last glass bottle of coke 
fill it with your least favorite sixth grade hope 
bury it with and in you and just let go 

you think im peter pan you can touch the sky 
reindeer dust and you [bad word] my eyes 
nothing makes sense i can feel you sigh 
when my lungs fill up with the soda you cried 

when i [bad word] you it's nothing when i [bad word] you its nothing 
when you [bad word] me i hate it when you [bad word] me i hate it 
like the boy on [bad word] screen i am cumming 
and you watch it [bad word] your camera lens [bad word] 

nothing is nothing still but anything is nothing too 
and it's easily morphing into something i could do 
something to get myself easily away into 
your head like youre dead like you bled everything blue 

everything blew so i got rid of that too 
i preferred it to something but nothing [bad word] 
like drowning in the pool of your old highschool 
at 2 in the morning just the way you dreamed of gene pools