miscoded

im not trying to be a problem, but at the same time it feels amazing. flying 90 in a 45 with nothing in my system but 3 (2 (1)) shots of something that you never wanted for me, but since when have you given a shit? my wires have begun to stick out and fray and they snap and crackle under the wetness of your tears when you ask me to just go away, to stop watching over your dreams, to stop plaguing your mind. God sure is gonna have to kill me twice. even a cyber tech major doesn't know how to fix this computer, how to get these wires sorted out, how to replace the code with something a little easier to swallow. don't you wish I was easier to swallow? you've got this computer feeling like its going insane