hardly starving

hardly art

hardly garbage



more coloured liquid

no scent, no skin

more stained paper

more parts per million

no new deafness

no self reference

no cults and

no new stands



no one ideal

know what i feel

no two the same

know two with the

same name



more coloured liquid

no scent, no skin

more stained paper

more parts per million

no new deafness

no self reference

no getting psyched on

no culture icons



no one ideal

no what i feel

no two the same

know two with the same name

eyes so deep

you'd never see through

i can't fucking stop 

thinking about you