Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

Waking up breaks my heart.Getting dressed breaks my arms.Joining the crowd breaks my legs.Letting someone in...does me in.

I can't get his bonesto go down the fucking drain.I try to stuff the tiny holes,too tiny for this pain.I can't get his bonesto break any way for my gain.Break them back a little too far,never too far for the sake of sane.

Oh, precious losing streak,you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

I want to sleep in the ovenbecause I just burn in the bed.