little bug

horizon in a dimly lit basement

wondering if i should write the same sad song

oh

since i haven't quit yet

i guess this is it

recycling lyrics describing depression

but for your discretion

i'll throw in a lesson

that nothing ever matters and nothing ever will

you were born to this earth by your mommy and daddy

and if you are looking for love baby

child their whole lives

i hope you had a chilhood

you can look back and smile at

because the less fortunate ones are still tryna block it

and maybe it's still happening

caterpillar never grew wings

little bug never had a home

little bug couldn't build a cocoon

second grade

all i would read was play-doh's

all the pages were rid-old with notes and questions like

why does it matter? "