Best plot twist. Ever.
Johhny Depp is my spirit animal
usually
I love how Drake loses it
ashing on my bed sheets:
there’s a clarity that i hardly remember when 3AM
rolls around -
when i am supposed to be alert and
functioning.
i’ve become a robot,
speaking only in patterns that
resemble Sesame St. manners,
waking and sleeping to the call of
the wild alarm.
a buzz buzz buzz has
claimed me captive, once again,
but, my head is better for it,
my heart is better for it,
and my soul chimes happier for it
because
the clarity,
for once,
is translating between 9PM and 3AM.
And darling, I’m drunk
And everything that i have loved
Has turned to stone.
So pack your bags
And come back home.
And I’m wasted,
You can taste it.
Don’t look at me that way.
Cause I’ll be hanging
From a rope.
And i will haunt you
Like a ghost

