Wilson and I aren’t talking

The big ball and I aren’t talking

I’m not talking to you bitch

I already have a fat lip

What you going to do?

Kill me?

The amount of not giving a fuck

I’m beyond repair and I’m not good enough for anyone

And you just giggle about it behind the clouds

I don’t know what Hermes wanted last night

But if I could break something I would

Oh I did

You didn’t think I’d cut myself over this?

Hahaha

On the island with Wilson

The only real thing is

Nothing

Nothing is real

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