5:35

someone kissed me last night that i have no interest in

i'm listening to joy division at your expense

roller skates, bald heads and tampons

they keep calling

my apartment is messy and i haven't given you your stuff back

it's laying in my spare room

with my wrapped cabaret voltarie record

all the boys i love are dead, or look like him

black inks underneather already dead skin

soften my lips with your eyelashes

and let me get what i want, this time

mud, dylan, and where oh where is my

baby girl

gone