where I am and where I want to be

I wish I could scream loud enough.
You're a flower.
Wake up, bastard.


Take apart every piece of this machine.
I'll stammer drunk and hollow, to your doorstep.
Don't you dare.
I'm headed to the coast, so I can check out all the beaches.
PS: mom, I love you all the way to Jesus
I cut the ground and cracked the earth, a hole in december is worth the work.
This is how it feels to know, everyone's got something their running out of.