I looked up and Jesus Christ was sitting across from me

Thanks dude

I said, preemptively knowing he’d say he loved me because he was probably that kind of guy

Seeing as he died for everyone probably

The thought he had

It’s the thought that counts

Really

Jointed by another we laughed at his expense

You are dead though you can’t do anything

You probably could have gone and done something instead of dying but

It’s the thought that counts

Most press conferences occured simultaneously

After all I’m alone so

It’s all pressed

It’s been so cold I’m cold

I need a drink I can’t do it it’s too hard

Today felt so gone from the start

I feel so nothing

I wanted him from the morning because dreams hate me

Music hates me

I have to hide away somewhere else I can’t

I can’t if I listen I’ll cry

All I can do is cry when I’m forced to feel please don’t make me feel

I can’t

It hurts to feel

Please take it away I don’t want to

I can’t feel anymore

It hurts

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