Precious Anxiety

Flesh is a deity.

I just want to feel something.

Sex, sin, impiety.

I’m afraid that ship’s been sunken.

Precious anxiety..

Hoist me up in butterflies.

My heart skips privately.

For he who remains as otherwise.

On the outside, I’m ever after happily.

But on the inside, I’m crying.

And as I’m just about to break,

I feel my face continue smiling.

Someone’s life can seem so great,

But that’s just because it’s dying.

You can’t believe everything you see.

Please, watch the shit you’re buying.

In physical reality,

I’m trying not to engage.

Looks create the fallacy.

What lies behind is a joker card.

In all of such entirety,

It’s cancer’s in the end stage.

Afraid to get attached to me.

Come back to life with a colder heart.

My precious anxiety lives for shits and giggles.

My power’s out, no I can’t find a signal.

If I ripped off all my skin,

I’d still look official.

Stab me in my heart,

I’ll say it kind of tickled.