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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