If you have nothing nice to say,

You make sure that you say it all

You complain about being broke to relate

Then somehow, take an exotic trip every holiday

I don’t know you

And I don’t want to


Robotic aliens

So high

Bad means a good time


You make me sick

Don’t want to change

Just want the redemption narrative

All over your feed

Damage control laced with the damage you caused

A million wrongs won’t make a right


If you don’t have everything,

You make sure everyone thinks that you do

Your captions are a diary

But they don’t relate to you

Bodies are temporary

Karma is forever

In and Out of Purgatory

We ask each other how we’re feeling

But do we honestly want to know?


And now, the power is out


Any new nomadic secrets to tell?

Never, because they’re already known


Blood on the floor, the walls, and inside us

Could we have scared ourselves on purpose

And ended up in an accident or two?

What’s the use?

In certain places, reality becomes distorted

Where the ugliest sides of pain are worshipped as beautiful


A fight broke out on the balcony

An angel fell from the roof

And we missed the shooting star

Is all of this worth remembering?

We’ve got love hidden behind our backs

A smile on our faces

On to the next one


Told you so

I’m listening…


Bring your own hurricane

It’ll help you stand out

Everyone loves a disaster

Until it’s natural

Make a museum out of going viral

Keep adding wings because we want to fly


The cardiac arrest is in development

Genius brains are under construction

The wind can make you look strong

And feel weak


Being afraid is so in right now

Because fear makes you do stupid things

Your bravery made you a superstar


The grass is alive

Under all of the concrete

They said never give up, so we quit

Now, we’re sleeping with dead fish

And turning our water into wine

Because we’re not sure what to do with our lives


The line to the cemetery is getting shorter


Anything that’s an escape from this arduous life

Has the potential to be a love of my life

Cruelty is limiting the freedom that brings pure happiness

Setting alarms deserves a do-over

Feeling a little vengeful and unhinged

On the weekends


Let’s make a plan and deviate from it entirely

Gamble with time at a casino where nobody wins or loses


What we do for fun brings rainbows to our heartbeats

Dancing and laughing through the streets

All the way home

The most intense pain arrives when it’s over


What if everybody was a leader?

Would the world be saved or end quicker?

Every group is outnumbered

Yet, there’s a sense of peace

Your life could be the number one movie in America someday

Imagine that

City of Sinful Innocence

Angel wings painted on walls

They wouldn’t exist otherwise

I’m bored of always wanting more

But not much else happens around here

Chasing paper to afford the opportunity

To take aesthetic photos in front of waterfalls

Three cheers for youth, ownership, and off-key symphonies


Tired of the small talk traced back to small minds

Rumors preferred over truth

Since you don’t have to hide what’s out in the open

We got everything we wanted and it wasn’t even worth it!

Look at how happy we are!


Walk of fame or walk of shame?

It doesn’t matter what you choose

Everything comes with a price anyway

If parties are fun, why is it so easy

To feel like you’re having fun wrong?

That’s no fun

Buzzkill or be killed


Grinding until we’re in the ground

Sometimes, sooner than later

What is it all for?

What does it all mean?

Deeply fearful of misplacing the last bit of innocence in me

I Think I’m in Love, But You Don’t Know What Love Is

You tell me that I’m playing hard to get

But warn your friends to keep their distance

We fight for the breakup

And break up for the make up

Or just the drama that accompanies it all


Seduced by the thrill of the chase

By the romantic high hopes

By seduction itself

No happy medium of slowing down and moving too fast


I tell you that I’m cool with just friends

Or just flirting

But gush to my friends about how happy, yet frustrated you make me

We’re obsessed with the thought of loving each other

And hating each other

And/or the media is our role model


You starve me of affection

Until I’m only full of you

You take what I give

Rarely returning what you take

Are we in love with lust

Or in lust with love?


It’s all fun until it’s not fun anymore

It’s just a game until somebody gets hurt

It’s just a joke until the party’s over

Infidelity is the culture

And attention is the goal…

But a broken heart is a cry for help


The happy ending leads to tragedy

Everyone wants a piece of the broken hearts

But some genuinely do want to put the pieces together

All I wanted was you, but I needed more

Pedigree On Hold

Spirituality and convenient love or hate

Are not the same

For better or worse?

More like for “better”; against “worse”

The division gets longer


Flag prop

A dystopia slowly coming true

Push back and pivot

For the innocent daisies

Home of the brave

Derailing into being

So fucking phobic

So many corrupt food webs for destruction


Each individual with a different definition

Of “outcast”

Underdogs chastised for daring to step outside their label

The fake are praised for being real

While the real are degraded for being fake


Wants are often confused with needs

Empathy is put on the back burner

Uncivilized debates about beliefs

Politicians refusing to care about

The people they were “elected” to serve