too wound up to fuck. sitting in solace.
"everything i touch falls to pieces"
told one thing, seen another.
put on status that i dont deserve
i havent earned it yet baby, youre making the same mistakes i make
everything i want to do revolves around burning every bridge
burning every home and skyline down in every city i make a tremor in
wound up, full of piss and god damn vinegar.
between the fence of lonliness and anger
ill drive anyone anywhere and be their travis bickle.
then i wish them well in the open, and in secret i wish them ill.
regardless of mates, friends, and slags.
in secret i wish everyone ill in this fucking city.
sink with erie, sink with cleveland.
sink with yourselves and rot in shit.