i'd give anything just to be able to feel something and i do i give money to drug dealers and nice ladies behind the counter who don't even card me because i just look like somebody who really needs a cigarette and i do porcelin dust lives underneath my fingernails from trying to claw my way out of this sugar bowl where i can only see the sun i sit in the center of the universe and reality spins around me jutting out from all sides and i cannot feel any of it under it's eye
you're the only person i have left that doesn't know who i am. i feel normal with you.