I blame you for my headache

well, good morning to a dark and stormy night. my painting still isn't fucking dry and the parking lot smells like piss and I smell like piss and everything is piss

so flick your hair and shine bright I guess, drink your preworkout, smfd. go be cool and go to prom and get laid and kiss (kill) your boyfriend and drink till the stars start to merge together

just bit my fuckin tongue again, a little too hard when the blood dribbles down my chin. its the same color as your hopes and dreams that fall from the sky during a meteor shower

my head hurts so goodbye for now and don't forget what I told you about the damn floorboards