i'm so interested in everyone else

Feb. 8th

Now that the season's changing, fountain of reasons hanging
Next to my cheek it's stainless, my company through anguish
Said take this, same thoughts
Blood run down the faucet
Often, I sit alone, shaping my coffin

Make sure the inside's softened, trust, it's the best rest you'll ever get
And if you want the world is yours to take, there's not much food left on the plate
I'd much rather spit in faces, than deal with my own placement
I'm not doing no harm, wanting to die in my mothers arms