Follows me into the words.

“Youth” —band cant remember title. 

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

And if you’re in love, then you are the lucky one,
‘Cause most of us are bitter over someone.
Setting fire to our insides for fun,
To distract our hearts from ever missing them.
But I’m forever missing him.

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

Dont know where to start people however often start at the beginning and I dont know where that is.. lines dont have ones.. an angle of 180 degrees.. it just never ends.. fuck am I mellow dramatic or what- if I could duck tape my thoughts ant their little bold and the pitiful moments I would also.
I know Dadz has the best funny intentions and its a funny icon sticker posit note, square papery wall blotchy thing.. but really..depicting a literal “mood swing..” I dig get it which I liked, fucking huzzah. But I guess the only gripe is that I just had a dig him.. I guess.. yeah.. mmmmm.. mood…swing.. maybe I need a sing.. and thats why he finds it funny.. that him and all my mates laughing at me. Le Bleh. Makes me wonder however, If I pulled faces like that when I was kid? Although, meh, all kids pull faces.. they put in there angry eyes and you want to pull the corners of their cheeks and runs the fuck away because they contain more rage then a nuclear Bomb. 

And eh. Its like a fucking no go zone.. I want to wrap it in plastic like Dex would but flood it with a wave of ammonia first. Urgh. Why cant they be Lemmings. Where is the cliff.. I have a window. Even that is insufficient. Fucken ae,tjfaksdrhgjksdrhgk. What is so dumb and nonsensical about putting all my belongings into plastic containers? My fucking room is in contrast, with an invasion, rather plague perhaps of rats, I see the evidence man. I by chance I can purchase a container large enough I will too live in one. Throw bates in the places the live in my ‘bespoke’ which was awesome, well still is, but maybe they know this.. and this is why they choose this space.. and live with in. Le sigh. I still think fire is the better option. Permanent. Plus Ash cant eat these baits and bleed out internally. Ono Priority Amigo.

Although the mood wing posit give me an idea for an installation. Because it depicted a small pissed off child sitting on one of those old single black rubber banded swing sets. I thought if you made an entire set of of them free framed in I dunno in say the shape of a rubix cube you could make the rubber band piece heat sensitive – like mood swings – interactive when a person sit and swings it changes colour.. and plays music. – why dont they already have these? Meh, more then likely do. 

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