on a push down through hope
dressed in black mesh
staining shy flesh
in love through rope
and dripping lipstick
let your wrist flick
nothin hates you honey, it's just i hate me
flowers smell funny when you watch me breathe
we walk on busy streets
with ribbons clasped to keys
and leave no mystery
i hear their sore eyes move
through all the marks that prove
that i belong to you
a beacon glowing red
floats above my head
pouring a tangled thread
that twists around my neck
while trying to connect
desperate rings to your net
nothin hates you honey, it's just i hate me
flowers smell funny when you watch me breathe
my feet have been replaced
with discs of mud
my heart has been caught
in an exploded sun
where do i hold my hands?
please give me your commands
i'm fine