some nights the blood from real cuts, feels real nice, when it's really mine
there was a time when you could mix, pretty girls with pretty knives, without the fear of finding some tragedy, well that just isn’t now when, the well off wishes they were somewhere else. she has the shit laid out so eloquently, and stares with such a fever, as if to lay limp among them, it’s not easy not to worry, about what happens next. we all just want to feel a little something more, though this isn't feeling quite right; we’d better learn to live on longing and loss, when we strip ourselves of any safe place. it’s about time to, get the fuck out of here, for a change in atmosphere, or just some better company, just know, a change in space, doesn’t mean a change in attitude. though you’ve been encompassed, by such beautiful surroundings, your thoughts stayed the same, stuck on suffering. so come back to your new reason for recovery, i suppose i’m safe so far away, but lets keep this comfort, with the distance disregarded, dare, dear