So real, touchable rolled up handy girl
My girl, rag girl, take me with you?
I fear I don't know what's wrong with me
Compulsive anxious freak out tantrums break skin throw things
Detune your guitar and
Smile wickedly when I want to cry.
But perfectly normal- apathetic, apologetic and lovely
Claim hunger and patience
Enjoy you in holy fucking matrimony.
I should have never left me alone.
I just want a friend with no care hair
Denim jeans
And horses to spit me back into place