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I'd speak up, but I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me.
October 8, 2026 at 2:55 PM
I'd speak up, but I'm waiting for the irony to fall asleep without me.
I don't like me.
October 8, 2026 at 1:55 PM
I don't like me.
When I was seventeen I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene to light a fire in my gut, and I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come.
October 8, 2026 at 12:56 PM
When I was seventeen I wrote a song about how I'm drinking kerosene to light a fire in my gut, and I'll be coughing out embers for decades to come.
I wrapped my arms around the moment like I'm clutching a memory: You alive in your madness, in love with the night.
October 8, 2026 at 11:55 AM
I wrapped my arms around the moment like I'm clutching a memory: You alive in your madness, in love with the night.
Oh, god, could you stay? I need you to stay. I need you to stay. I need you.
October 8, 2026 at 10:55 AM
Oh, god, could you stay? I need you to stay. I need you to stay. I need you.
And I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.
October 8, 2026 at 9:55 AM
And I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.
If everyone’s built the same, then how come building’s so fucking hard for you?
October 8, 2026 at 8:55 AM
If everyone’s built the same, then how come building’s so fucking hard for you?
I just can't blame New York for this.
October 8, 2026 at 7:55 AM
I just can't blame New York for this.
Goddamn, I hate leaving.
October 8, 2026 at 6:55 AM
Goddamn, I hate leaving.
I was just aching for anything.
October 8, 2026 at 5:55 AM
I was just aching for anything.
I need you to know I love you still. (I don't like me.)
October 8, 2026 at 4:56 AM
I need you to know I love you still. (I don't like me.)
Devil in your blood, the dull, unmoored ache, the same one that haunted me. But the bearings could rust and the circuit could break if I love you entirely.
October 8, 2026 at 3:55 AM
Devil in your blood, the dull, unmoored ache, the same one that haunted me. But the bearings could rust and the circuit could break if I love you entirely.
You were the obvious one.
October 8, 2026 at 2:55 AM
You were the obvious one.
I'm calling home, hear you laughing in the afterglow and the reasons to abandon all my former ghosts. And you're brave, so I'm brave, or I'm trying anyway. Put the work in, plant a garden, try to stay afloat.
October 8, 2026 at 1:55 AM
I'm calling home, hear you laughing in the afterglow and the reasons to abandon all my former ghosts. And you're brave, so I'm brave, or I'm trying anyway. Put the work in, plant a garden, try to stay afloat.
You left the room receeding like my hairline.
October 8, 2026 at 12:55 AM
You left the room receeding like my hairline.
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet. Does that make you happy?
October 7, 2026 at 11:55 PM
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet. Does that make you happy?
I was kind of hoping you'd stay.
October 7, 2026 at 10:55 PM
I was kind of hoping you'd stay.
I couldn’t help thinking of watching the Sears Tower collapse as a kid. I feel like I might do the same thing.
October 7, 2026 at 9:55 PM
I couldn’t help thinking of watching the Sears Tower collapse as a kid. I feel like I might do the same thing.
I was younger and restless back then.
October 7, 2026 at 8:55 PM
I was younger and restless back then.
Sorry for what's in the magazines. I know it wasn't fair of me, but I'm spitting ink onto the pages like blood through broken teeth.
October 7, 2026 at 7:55 PM
Sorry for what's in the magazines. I know it wasn't fair of me, but I'm spitting ink onto the pages like blood through broken teeth.
All the kid’s names I’ve ever liked are tied to tragedy. And I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.
October 7, 2026 at 6:55 PM
All the kid’s names I’ve ever liked are tied to tragedy. And I don’t want my children growing up to be anything like me.
Dad, I want you to know I'm letting everything you taught me guide me home.
October 7, 2026 at 5:55 PM
Dad, I want you to know I'm letting everything you taught me guide me home.
This fucking town is like a ship gone under water, and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor. We'd get swallowed here.
October 7, 2026 at 4:55 PM
This fucking town is like a ship gone under water, and we'll all drown unless we cut ties to the anchor. We'd get swallowed here.
The bad dreams get worse every week.
October 7, 2026 at 3:55 PM
The bad dreams get worse every week.
They'll think the ice cracked at the lake. They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate.
October 7, 2026 at 2:55 PM
They'll think the ice cracked at the lake. They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate.