Clearly, Lies: for Depression
No, I'm not crying.
My eyes just water like this.
Constantly,
La Brea falls in on itself,
weeping methane
like a proper sinkhole.
Headless chickens
run 'round;
streaking geese and I lie
on my bed of burned down.
My eyes just water like this.
Constantly,
La Brea falls in on itself,
weeping methane
like a proper sinkhole.
Headless chickens
run 'round;
streaking geese and I lie
on my bed of burned down.