ode to lunar tuesday
In this boring lunar tuesday’s evening
life’s not best thing
(to think about and pray to die)
And it’s not secret
that people care
(of no one but themselfs)
So you take the knife and cut up your wrist!
(ahh)
telling yourself - “this world won’t miss ya!”
(send them to hell and damn them well)
Forget how to love and forget how to live,
(and you’ll die in your room)
because you know - there won’t be a fuck that they may give…
