temporary distractions
momentary highs
I love the hellos
f**kin hate the goodbyes
take my pain with you when you go
I don't have any room
have plenty in storage
right behind the broom
close the door
shut the light
you were always wrong
I am always right
you're not what you tell yourself
go drown in despair
you're not as you sell yourself
now I don't care