[bubbakookookazoo]

You must think I'm something awful don't you sweetheart?

[bubbakookookazoo]

Y'know I'm not gonna hurt you sweetheart

[powerburial]

[bubbakookookazoo]

When everything feels like the movies you bleed just to know you're alive.

[bubbakookookazoo]

There's nothing for you here

[bubbakookookazoo]

We'll burn that bridge when we come to it

[adriftinhilbertspace]

Charlie Kirk didn't kill himself

[spinsterbitch]

A green season full of jumping fences

starchy food, of late nights

The Spring through rose colored lenses

Empty bottles, petty fights

Laughing at scraped knees

chain smoking, and warm thighs

Emptying a change jar for gasoline

It's still a comedy if one of us dies

That unrise when it’s still grey

and the grass is still wet

when it starts to smells like fall

but we aren’t quite there yet

radio static fading in

and beads on the window

soft curtains keeping us safe

with secrets only we know

colors splashing on our faces

the swirls in the corner of your smile

finding safety in laced fingers

the freedom of driving 45 miles

purring silver fields

and reassuring sleepy eyes

warm tones and pretty sounds

beauty marks and butterflies

the sense of bravery

when I didn’t fear the volume

of a melody over a drone

making every room a ballroom

Yet there is an Illness

with no hesitation.

An unconditional contract

so overgrown.

A blanket too heavy,

too hypnotizing—

it must be all I've ever known.

Forgetting is easier than to remember

To ache is easier than to squirm

The world will still spin into September

Comforting thoughts I refuse to confirm

[bubbakookookazoo]

I'm so disgusted by

The creature I was while you were around

And if you happened to come by

Would you be proud of who I am now?

3 a.m. rolls by — I wonder if you're in town

You'd never settle down

I would never settle down

Things were so different

When you were still around.

A cocktail of drugs and regrets

When the sun comes peeking in

I still smell your cigarettes

So much left unsaid and I swear

I'd never play cold again.

The glass of water by your head

Sleeping softly in your bed

Remember

When we'd whisper to each other

Imagining what it's like to be dead.

I don't know if I'll ever truly dream again

[bubbakookookazoo]

no one can hear me

I'm like the tree falling in the woods

It's like it never happened

Let's debate if it ever could

Can anyone hear me

My voice is strained behind my teeth

The ethanol escapes my lungs

With secrets I promised Id never speak

And I thought this was over

Then I thought it was forever

Then I thought was maybe

Then I thought it was definitely

And I will put some lead into my skull I swear to fucking God if I learn how to learn how to learn how to learn to use a gun or even touch one I will put that

put that

that that

that bullet in the roof of my mouth

45 degrees they say or otherwise it won't work.

Yeah I doubt that

[bubbakookookazoo]

When we die wasn't just written about our parents

[bubbakookookazoo]

[bubbakookookazoo]

[bubbakookookazoo]

[bubbakookookazoo]

[contemptible-scoundrel]

you're a demented christmas pervert obsessed with stealing presents and who hash and even the whole. christmas. tree. put simply, you're a Grinch. really, what else could you possibly be?

[bubbakookookazoo]

Oh yeah, you're referring to the all time classic The Grinch Who Stole Bitches.

[bubbakookookazoo]

Donnie Darko is just the movie Harvey; stripped of charm and filtered through people who confuse edginess with insight.