ur sleeping on the couch

tell me tell me tell me somethin i dont know

yes i know my eyes look soulless yes i know i can brew tea with the bags under them yes i know my irises are realllllyyy broownnn yes i know my eyelashes are pretty yes, i know. you don't need to tell me.

yes i know my skin gets paler everyday yes i know i'm slowly becoming someone else yes i know i look like a walking corpse yes i know my flesh is pink and peachy sweet yes i know i'm cold to touch yes, i know. you don't need to tell me.

yeah, i got it, my hairs too black too red too brown, too dead too lifeless too curly yes i know it's thin and soft and smells like generic drugstore shampoo.

i know my lip looks constantly bruised but hey when i told you i got punched in the face the only thing you actually said was that i looked beautiful yes i know my lipstick is too dark too red too cherry-bombshell-contusion-wine-rum yes i know my eyeshadow is too ballerina 01-pearlescent pink-glazed cotton candy yes i know.

yeah i know fingers are small and bony and fragile i've broken them against a wall yes i know my nails are short and sharp yes i know i accidentally scratch people yes i know i should be careful yes i know.

i know i know i know i know