some want to be lions.
others want to be cats.
but everybody wants to be everything they're not.
i gave up your bedsheets for half-hearted interpretations of dreams.
i'm tired of selling souls at the side of the road for thoughts not even worth pennies.
this is the guilt distillery functioning at maximum capacity.
viewer discretion advised when disguising mistakes with goodbyes.
hearts are canvas' -
and i'm ready to graffiti my shit all over them.
