Текст песни I Hate Sex January, 24

grief creeps quietly backwards, my mood ring has never changed back from black

you can find me recreating nightmares
i spent 3 nights falling asleep in snow banks hoping my feelings would freeze over
i want to push myself through the ice to see the world from underwater
find me hanging neck broken on your front porch
daisy in my pocket
im floating above all things that keep me up at night

I am a bruise pushed over your mountainous trail over and over and over

how painful is this life?

do you want to die like you know i do?