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LONGSLEEVES

I'm wearing longsleeves now
Call them films, without a cringing smile
Look at me, trying to look another way
Draw on my body
Like it change your mind

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I've always wanted 
To be someone else, but
I've become a worse version of myself
And all these memories I thought I'd burnt out of me

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They fix their eyes and pry from help
You make me want to want to be something I fucking hate

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I'm wearing jewellery, proud
Outside voice, and am I cool enough


Look at me looking exactly the same
Am I Somebody?
And could it change your mind


I've always wanted 
To be someone else
Now I've become a worse version of myself


And all these memories I thought I'd burnt out of me
They fix their eyes and pry from help

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You make me want to want to be something I fucking hate
Quit learning how to love myself always I imitate
So dance along this hole with me, there's no one I'd rather be
Romanticise wanting to die is just no way to be

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