I know you think
Your little ditty
Conveys sincerity
And depth
But your face
Is far too
To have
The desired effect
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I know you think
Your little ditty
Conveys sincerity
And depth
But your face
Is far too
To have
The desired effect
Come on then
Don’t keep us waiting
We want to see you bleed
To see others suffer
For their art
Is the validation we need
It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.
It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.