when falling out of precedent in the asking for relief looking forward into openness masking false release with sunken eyes

on the bathroom floor fuck agency

(disarray, distant lays, find a way, find a way)

riding back seat home every time

cause I don’t try

i don’t know anyone out here

the lights are blinding

the nights pretend

i don’t give

i won’t take any words away from this,

i’m finding

the nights pretend

did all this for acknowledgment

of my mirrored disbelief

waiting calmly over hopelessness

basking in the grief of drunken lies

on the bedroom floor fuck decency

(thrown away, disarray, you wont stay, you wont stay)

riding backseat home my whole life