Tust from Deluxe Edition by Churchkey

got high in the bathroom. i loosened up my grip. you were talking shit. fell asleep on the floor of a house I always sort of hoped would burn down with me inside it. its half past you coming in to help. I swore I had to spell this out once. damn I feel good tonight. take me on a long drive, I don’t wanna be here when I die. take me on the short walk, I don’t really hear you when you talk. that’s no solution. it’s spoken soft in hopes that what you’re doing isn’t nothing. whats the situation? tally what you have. tell me what you can. im watching the way im gonna watch you sweat this out. can you tell he’s faking. fuck his shaky hands. tell him that I can.

• Rock
• Chicago