
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
i always get naked with my window wide open
i don’t wake up until it’s dark out
so when i get changed it’s not like i can see out of it
i hope everybody enjoys the view >:|
Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
Well you’re my favorite bird and when you sing
I really do wish that you’d wear my ring
no matter what they say, I am still the king
and now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

I’ve been gathering since the day I was conceived. This room, filled to the brim with things, is a box of excess. There is a list somewhere with my name on it. Someone will call from it, I in turn will be called, and off I will go. Without these things.