jupitersterrain four

170218 / 180218 


really mucked up in the head 
on the wrong foot 
i can't think straight 
n they've got me down 

where is the magic 
of my childhood 
its been stolen from my soul and heart 
i grant it 

im insatiable, 
n theres no one else 
to talk to on the planet 

n i bleed to death 
n squeeze the life 
out of every love that i have landed 




n my voice feels very stifled 
so i just speak to myself 

n no-one to talk to 
hello good morning 
how was your day ? 
sweet dreams good night