License to Confuse, Permission to Slay

love? it’s a perfectly symmetrical function

nails done, lights off, still shining

claws out, bugs out

infant form, ancient soul

emotional support houseplant

grill gods require the ritual click

moon in retrograde? bring the goat

one smile, my armor melted instantly

alone: powered by pajamas

the maybes that bind us

don’t fight monsters…roast them!

i eat out less, and live more dangerously

all gas, no destination

welcome to anxiety’s greatest hits, track one: did i lock it tho?

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