Well, I like the large sweaters I like the smell of the ocean and the wind, my mother wiped my legs off, and the sand scratched across my skin I wish I was young again so i dont have to feel so sad and we used to get cookies out in the Mendocino air sometimes I wish I was dead so I can go back to it well, it tastes just like bagels and I dont know whats coming yet now I feel like no one likes me and Im not as close as I was to the pieces of crab shell that we tried not to step on and I dont feel ugly my fingers taste like salt and I dont want to go home

how could you do that after i'd wrapped myself around your waist its like a slap on my ugly face once I've been hooked lips dont stop bleeding you are the brook where i have been feeding i have been feeding

who wants to break me down who wants to let me in with a hand on the shadow who cares about it now and i am a radio and no one is at the door when the window blows open there is nothing anymore and i dont have a shadow to follow me around or something good in life i dont know whats wrong with me and i want to curls my tongue in something that is warm and stay in someone else till I become a shadow

well, it crackles like leaves in dirt I guess sometimes its good to be hurt the girl who whisper in my ear its so dead it starts to turn clear and Im a sick a sick sick fuck call me a creep cause I dont give a fuck cause Im a creep a sick sick sick fuck death turns milky in the water if you don't hear I'll scream louder and god didnt give me soical skills or a pretty or good pills.

well, I dont give a flying fuck if he thinks Im a creep or not I was hoping Artemis loved me but her arrows so straight it shot right through me He asked me why do girls cling to men and kiss me but dont take long he said send me a picture of your body but he still doesn't want me right through me he hurt me again

you felt me twist my spine to your sexual advances and rip me open till I was golden

I like the feeling when it comes up I vomit and it doesnt stop and its just like when you touch me I'm crying but its comforting Im a sick fuck and Im a creep but they dont know what you've done to me its like 90 pounds and a broken heart and the pills dont stop the suicide thought and a picture of my body it means only low self esteem doesnt mean I want it doesnt mean I want it