Texty:
Story So Far The Under Soil And Dirt

Everything about you is somebody else You're a product of environment and middle class wealth And sleeping that much won't improve your health Your interest

discomfort and blunt discourse.But I know what I want and don?t need what I get. I invest my ideas but get swallowed in debt. And the only release is to yell and

I should have told you, when we were younger, Talk quenches thirst but does nothing for hunger And I'm starving, it's been like this for three years

So let?s wreck everything I?ve built except the base. You have no idea how unproductive it is to fall in and out of you as often as I do. And lately I

I?m not in your head. I?m falling in and out again. Slipped up and cared too much again. I must wake up move on and mend. Instead of wasting so much time

under soil & dirt In the earth writing the distance apart Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything I've been holding back my apathy for far too long