Branches / Bones

Yeah, parts of me are slowing down and time is speeding up
Spiders crawling everywhere, infected Japanese
You can tell all your friends you're just a tourist
But you can't understand what they've planned until you try to leave

Feels like I've been here before
Yeah, I don't know anymore
And I don't care anymore
Feels like I've been here before

Cold and black and infinite with nothing left to lose
If you try to keep the flies away, the makeup hides the bruise
Her branches are the bones that break, become a perfect line
And no, he won't be just a man who's Sometimes

He won't be just a man who's Sometimes

Feels like I've been here before
Yeah, I don't know anymore
And I don't care anyway
I think I recognize

Yes, I have been here before
Yeah, I don't care anymore
Don't give a fuck anymore
Yeah, I don't care

glassy bending flexible

why are you here right now?
i don't think you're supposed to be reading this

one way or another but the way things have a way
finding order almost everything of you

yes i have been here before
yes i guess thought i was

my proven false in false in one
all of you but the way actual events a way of finding mattered
what i thought of finding order almost of you
i guess have a way of comfort in the past events
but the way like I’ve been here the past not the but the way
i of myself has proven before allowing myself to almost everything i thought events
but the way sense of comfort in what i thought
i have a way of actual events but
the mattered what i thought the actual events
but the actual events but been here before allowing of myself
has proven in one way guess things have a
of finding order almost my definition of myself
you all of you myself to feel a feel a sense of thought
i was my thought mattered what i have proven false
to remember them and comfort in the past
and you all of way of finding order you
i guess things all of you i of myself has proven of myself has proven
the way i choose in one way or i guess things have order almost everything
i myself to feel a not the actual events in the past
not remember them and you feels like I’ve been you
i guess things i thought mattered what here before allowing myself
way i choose to of finding order almost of finding order
almost or another and you all of before allowing myself
to allowing myself to feel way of finding order
of myself has proven my definition of myself
please go away from here
please all of you
i past not the actual
like I’ve been here in one way
or myself has proven false
guess things have
please go
please
please
please

yes i have been here before
yes i have been here b

feels like i've been here before
yes, i have been here before
allowing myself to feel a sense of comfort in the past
not the actual events but the way i choose to remember them and you
i guess things have a way of finding order
almost everything i thought mattered
my definition of myself
what i thought of you
has proven false
in one way or another
please
all of you
go away from here
please

Just a tourist.
glassy and flexible
She's the hour hand
see Im doing stubs of burnt matches down inside that
A trap with circles for eye holes, rip A rats snapped neck
she sees Im doing bad
sweep it out
rotting from the inside pulling teeth, Blood and cocksucking chicken wing
much like a piece place so slowly
And pulling.
Im rotting I say. I was over me.
Im rotting so slowly that it's
Like pulling teeth, so slowly that it's I know I am wire but the wires get ripped from the inside out especially her so much eye holes

Everything I say
I feel Im glassy and flexible
theres spiders legs everywhere and I dont care anymore,
I'm rolling and screaming and infected Japanese
Im rotting she feels
Black hoods. Fumes slut
I despise all over me

but it still craves man who's found a head sewn shut
and nothing seems to or feel it coming
Cold, black, infinite flowing nothing to give myself over to
I borrowed time
and no he won't be just a man who's Sometimes
I wonder if Sometimes I wonder if if it makes any everything
Everything's out of the air
flowing nothing I've been here before

I feel Im in the feel
her branches are bones

i'm the one with his head sewn shut