clean it. clean the floor.
kings of leon and the bacon clubhouse double
the faded ginger around the corners of popped eyes
sticking lemon in hot water
waiting for the change and crash
pills crushed on ur settee
radioactive meals, stolen shampoo
quiet evening, planet party, sunset comedown
worth it too
swallowed, sniffed a way to brain death
the damage like broken glass around the bed
still though, there’s some oxygen in ur lungs
and a box of chicken wings next to ur new eyeshadow palette.