Making out inside crashed cars.
Baby boy, I've never had a thrill quite like the ones I get when I pretend I'm you. Or with you. You think I don't get you. I think you're right. But I try. Fuck, I try so hard. And when I hold him for you I'll whisper all the things in his ear that you wish you could.
Cruel, isn't it? This game I play with myself.
I'm just trying to hide. I'm just trying to hide. I'm just trying to hide. I'm just trying to hide. I'm just trying to. I'm just trying. I'm just trying. I'm just...
I won't make promises I can't keep.
I won't keep promises I can't make.
Maybe tomorrow is our day to stop being suicIDLE. We'll see.
Sleeptime.
