pyschopath predators

follow your heart, or follow your nose . . .

i fuck straws and ten dollar bills
i just wanted to make me feel beautiful
fuck babbling on, my mouth's too numb. and what the fuck has happened that i have nothing here but nothings gone? im all wrapped up in myself again. im all caught up in snowbanks again. looking away or staring it straight in the face, both don't do me good so where is the happy in that?
it's my ideas that are like string wrapping around my head and brain.
it's my ideas that are wrapping around too tight and causing me to suffocate.

she's always been hard to feed, but easy to leave
and maybe the two had something to do with each other.
she could always relate to people walking off buildings
and jumping in front of automobiles that were fast moving,
because she got the statement and was always pretty sick in the head to start with. . .

Just because your distracted by body aches,
Doesn't mean the monster in your head's going to go away. . .