From Mouth 2 Plstc & bk agn

Maybe my brain doesn't work, beside the point, I revive my flaws. Maybe the stains stop growth, soak my insecurities in saline I digest every single thing you say to me. I feel the warm blood fall off my fingertips. The pain I've displaced I sent abroad. I tried to save myself with serenity, thought I found love but uncovered fraud. Partly cloudy with a little fog.