man Ash Wednesday smellin like a Mushroom Monday

Had a dream I dented my dad’s car - very thankful to be awake rn

talk like you’re Jekyll
text like you’re Hyde
with your army of strawmen
no courtesies inside

dancing the same old dance
i know i shouldn’t blow up
you make me want to scream
both of us need to grow up

All my rage & dropped shots
In an age of lost thoughts
Only keep me feeling
In a state of reeling

I broke it all on my own
Now all that’s left is to buy it
Can’t I just up and fly home?
Will my mind ever grow quiet?