Dick Trickle just didn’t give a fuck.
If he needed a smoke, he’ll just have to wait til it’s a caution and even then he was probably pissed that he had to wait that long.
and so i’m alone again and terrified
because i keep trying to convince myself that i’m better than the knife in the drawer
or the rope on the ceiling
or the pills that never let my friends look at me the same way again
but i can’t
and so i listen to music about good kids who lost people they loved
and i wish i was them
i wish someone wrote songs about me
i wish someone loved me like that
i wish i could get rid of me but you and i both know that’s not easy


