threat

elliott breaks his pencil

it's a tragedy

i'm meant to be so far away from here

it isn't inside

i hope that i'm the kind who knows

what i'm supposed to do with something good

but

you say you love me and it sounds like a threat

i'd rather be dead than have it be true

that no one could ever love me more

love me more than you

kissing a version of a shell of myself

vaguely consent

to have it be true

we're on the mass pike

and though he's not the one

he makes me come while driving left handed and far away from here

all night

he wants to know my hopes and dreams"