buster keaton

i tried sewing my lips up

but i suck with a needle

i poked and bled

and this is what you said

do you need help?

life has no meaning

i stood there stupefied by your pretty face

and spitting blood onto your shirt and your pretty face

i said i might love you

then i shook and wailed

tore into myself

i'm so sick of

learning how to love

fuck that

love is a true bitch

all uh my friends say

you just need to learn how to be yourself

they don't know that i'm

nothing but the blood running down your pretty face

i'm scared i might love you

in the backstage vanity

i look like buster keaton

uh husk

uh drag

and if i can be brusque

that's what you want

one day we all die

and if i never see your face again

the vanity will always show me what you left behind

i know i do love you