
I fix my coffee like a dead body in the morning
I sleep like bricks I wake with crying and with mourning
Sleep is deep like the weight on my mind
I dream of bad jokes and good lies
I’m fawning over being buried
I’m infantilizing my despair
Having sex in a cemetery
It’s fucked up but I don’t care
They appropriated my depression
Safety pins in every ear
So glad I’ve become a concession
Alternate and no more fear
I fix my coffee like a dead body in the morning
I sleep like bricks I wake with crying and with mourning
I’m fawning over being buried
I’m infantilizing my despair
Having sex in a cemetery
It’s fucked up but I don’t care