do you ever wander, do you stray from the pact 
do you find laughter in all that is cast aside 

they could hear the sadness in my voice 
i'm all head in hands // thought maybe this could be my hoover dam 
last call fr drowning in derelict apartments 
eat [bad word] down yr stairwell & call it catharsis 

we're [bad word] #39; like it's poetry 
 [bad word] the number fourty three 
s'pose that's all i'll ever be 
a void or an anomaly 
the girls i meet are not refined 
"the boys i mean are not refined" 
yr namesake ... an appendage leeched 
i'll see you in caesura, lumi 

some consistency, more than a week of things 
yr never gonna get it no yr not 
snapchat of you laughing at the ways in which you let things fall apart.