Positive Selfie Talkative ***ing Blah Blah Blah

i’m breathing too slow, i’m breathing too fast

my best traits (what is this, a fucking interview?) are my liabilities —

i mix pills right, yeah, i get high really good really really good im really really good! (yeah, take out the high, you’ll be alright. stay gold, kid.)

swear, hand to the higher power, every addict thinks they’re a chemist until they’re out like a light underneath the warm water of a bathtub

i’d stage mine better; i’m a star, not a light! i’m allowed to say that, right?

(... but kid, fuck your questions, fuck your answers, too. i’m not a role model — i’m modeling roads you shouldn’t go so far down on.)

hi, look, i apologize, i’m just talking to my other self.

who leaks bad press and mismanages my words

that little devils always around when the brain blacks out

i’m really good at maintaining balance, oh i’m like a public figure now!

(please don’t listen to this person’s inflated ego mindfuck)

but it makes sense right? all my friends are dead so i’ll go back to the same shit, easy and breazzzy. zzzzz.

(very good excuse! no doubt, kid, you’re a really really good chemist, be a chemist!
you’re a master manipulator of everyone, a real puppeteer!)

i don’t even know my greatest assets, i keep playing the game
(i’m, like, a public figure now!)

mix, drink, mixed drink

master manipulator of my own demise

let me rip these words off and hand them to you.

here you go, send this one to my therapist, she said to listen to myself more

mixed mixes drunk mixed drink master manipulator mix mixed drink

send it to 1234 fake street. i’ll talk to you later

got chemistry class.
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you got something really big in you and i hate that you like it