so when we leave it’ll be a quick midnight escape
we’ll disconnect ourselves from all of yesterday
i’ll dig for water and fashion our very own wishing well
then we’ll throw our coins down hoping to rid us of this little hell
i can no longer tell where the line between being hopeful and being naive lies.
fuck my face. fuck my name.
they are brief and false advertisements
for a soul i don’t have
something true i have lacked
and spent my whole life trying to make up for
but i found in a song and in the people i love
they will lift me up out of darkness
rat poison for dinner!