chaos is order yet undeciphered.

lost meaning.

you're always going to leave, we can't deny it.

fucking i-statements. fucking justifications.

can make em happy, can't keep em happy.

my destination is running the map.

be wealthy, not rich.

you don't know who matters and who doesn't, you don't know where to draw the fucking line.

THAT FUCKING LINE.

and nothing's different.

fever & cigarettes is an evil combo.

so down bad, argh.

never again.

wanna feel that na-na tho, could you come by
fuck w me after my shift

fucking January. ugh.

you become what you hate.

hope is a crazy thing.

should've taken the stairs.

guns & guts.