I love two people who hate each other 
I love a society who hates itself 
I wanna give someone a lollipop 
I can feel the evil twisting the cords in my chest 
I can escape any fact with personal experience 
I can’t change the silhouette of a fact I can change its
color 
I made friends with the woman in the closet 
I named the woman Irene, offered my starbucks to
fuck with her 
I was so lonely at 15 I took her to every pond in my
neighborhood
I tried to read her palms but her veins were strung
with charcoal 
I made an early death-list, I like to speculate 
I looked at the slide deck before the meeting 
I have a crush on death, wanna spoon its shadow 
I rip his voice off my neck when he doesn’t mean it 
I see mysteries on reddit I know enough to solve but 
I don’t have a voice worth more than privacy 
I used to steal your pain from the cradle and try to
kiss it to sleep 
I flipped into a bag of sour patch kids, I wanna be an
interesting fact
I walk on sidewalks soaked with cigarette smoke 
I accidentally left my lipstick in my speech coach’s car 
I wanna peer into your soul and lick it to sleep 
I wanna sing lullabies to your bloodstream 
I’m floating in a tank of gray waiting for you to show