Processing progress. Love collapse.  Nobody will give you space. Pause and call them out.  Now things are making sense. Family of many. Pretentious. Everyone now

Pull the chord, from the phone, we’re no longer alone.  It’s been four years coming, since we have been waiting.  Tears of joy, stream down

Boss them around, to mold their lives.  Do what your told, so see the sun rise.  Watch the world burn, you’re no kindred spirit.  Watch

Sleeping through the morning.  Get up, rinse and repeat.  My generation isn’t lazy, we are just sick and tired of,  your ideas. We don’t need

If I’m more inviting, maybe your parents will meet me.  If I take my time, I’ll explain how I’m feeling.  It’s a simple thing, but