passing on your judgment and recently learned slurs. if every rose has a thorn then you were hers. i might be shitty but then i'm manure and i'll let her grow in this prosthetic floor. she's already beautiful but i'll help her stand taller and i won't wait 'til i'm all alone to call her. you tried to cut her off at the stem but i won't let it happen again. even if you tried you couldn't find the in-between: eyes dreary in the corner or coked out on caffeine. passive aggression, prone to panic attacks, and you couldn't bother covering your tracks. man i wish that the past was just the past but i couldn't be lucky enough for all of that. you tried to cut her off at the stem but i won't let it happen again. nothing's different except for a title. nevertheless, i can't help but smile.
released February 17, 2017
special shout to Dave Sanicki for helping write probably the main riff