it could be worse
mice fightn in my kitchen
creatin holes n leavin trails
washing everyting all the time
iv lost my head
iv lost my heart
iv lost my phone
where to start
im cold im hot
im drinking trusty
my ginger ale ant even the same
thoughts are lingering
twisting my heavy soul
just go away
it could be worse
the sun continues to rise
pain. she is like my seeded passenger
she will never leave completely
good days come. good days fly
evil tips the scales
cracked blood scars
it could be worse
just hit a fucking brick
