how I spent my childhood in cotillion learning about forks and plates&how to invite a gentleman to dance the fox trot.

my face fell off today

im not talking about makeup.

my life made sense today

we are all born terminal

we are all shooting for the same thing

as much as I hate to admit

we all are trying to survive.

and we are all too proud to admit it.

im holding hostage everything I used to believe

if you want to get out alive
im going to need about

one thousand less expectations of me.

like I face fell off today.