I was thinking about the grass
And the state of my mental health
And a love that was almost real
Though I guess you can never tell
There's a cult we call family
And it's unstable at the core
And I know that I hate myself
But I think I might hate you more
When I thought I caught sight of you
And the memories flooded in
It felt like a suicide
But the key to survival
Is to leave gracelessly little wiser
Incomplete scared and beat down
Yet still free from bitter friends and tender rivals
Rest in peace
Cause I don't know where you're going but you're going down
