Fridays are the most dangerous of places
Where loneliness and emptiness invade me
The expected suddenness inflates
And the sexual traumas whisper breaking me
We are fragile
We are fragile
Aesthetics are for things, not people
I'm not sure which one I'm like
But I am incompatible with archetypes
I often theorize in my collection of conclusions
And epiphanies I forget
Evidence I destroy
Or thoughts that I collect
Eyes that I avoid
Pressure I ignore
For better focus
Roads that I don't remember
Mistakes I never notice
And my hate for gender
I often theorize
Through hours that vanish
And days that go by
While I had something to start
And there are stars that don't shine anymore
Because of city lights
They are fragile
All of them are gone as I grow without form
I know, I'd be much better off as an orb
If love is the answer, it's home
There's a ringing hatred that I don't know the reason for
But even then I know she'll love me
There are embraces I don't feel no more
But even then I know she'll hug me
I found out the meaning of mother
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger
Far from danger