you built a home in my ribcage and forgot to move out.
you follow orders too well for someone that loathes to be called dog, can't be anything besides a hound with how you bark and bite where pointed, tied down by leash of your loyalty.
you think you’re above consequences?
i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
am i suffering 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆?
is my agony 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲?
‘cause i'm six feet under nearly, and i don't have anyone, but
this wouldn't be the first or last time that
both my tears and i have 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.ᐟ
i hope this hurts.
you poor thing
sweet, mourning lamb
there's nothing you can do
it's already been done
can you get the dog, please?
i know how to get there.
can you get the car, please?
i know how to get there.
can you get the joy?
...i know how to-
can you get the joy?
...i know how to-
can you get the joy?
i’m not sure yet myself,
but i learned from a good father—
yeah, i mean, sure, they messed me up,
but i think that's just the gig.
