Strawberry

I drown myself
In irony
To not feel everything
Crashing
Beneath my feet
Beneath my feet

Why don't
My thoughts ever feel like mine
We just let this time casually pass by
I can’t think when its wet outside
Someday I will soon realize

Well scented memories
Of you in my sheets

Foggy ghost on my dreams
And so it seems
I gasped for air as my caked-in lungs fill up
With nothing but smog

These walls are closing in all the
Time
Life is one big awful forced
Punchline
But I know this cannot be
Complied

What's up fuck you

I just silently contemplate
All these mistakes I've made
And feels this pain
I’ll just fuck off
And give you the space
You desperately crave
Who needs love anyways