Days change. Seasons change...People don't change

...I'M ONLY HERE TO GIVE YOU SOMEONE TO LEAVE WHEN YOU GET BORED.

Well I go to sleep and I dream all night of you knocking on my door

...I suddenly feel very alone

Insect lust or insect love, there's no telling them apart if you're not a bug. Now, if you're a bug in insect love then you only do things with other bugs. But if it's lust (and survival is a must) than the things that you do are to other bugs.
Animal art or animal shit?
Boot legged thoughts or collegiate wit?

I believe in love and disaster

Sometimes the two are just the same

I'm beginning to see what's left of me 

Is gonna have to be free to survive