Traditional Snowfall

You said I was your favorite
 You are my favorite
 I look young but I'm an old soul
 Thank you
 I want to rip out your lower back
 And suck the air out of your lungs
 And wrap my hands around your neck
 And collapse your throat
 And squish your thorax
 And kiss you
 The cuts in my head I can't feel
 Friends are everywhere but I'm always leaving
 Dismantling us with rumors
 You have some fucking weird friends
 Always taking photos and collecting numbers
 What do they do with all that stuff?
 I barely remember your face
 But I think of you constantly
 But each repetition becomes submission
 Becomes more abstract
 It's that time is destroying us
 This job of mine
 Is just depression and longing
 I feel sick again
 Fleshstone
 Please don't admire me
 I'm sick again
 These fleshstones are bruised
 The cuticles are white and sting
 Moments have
 Moments have consequences
 The devil is waiting
 Perpetual
 Wrap my hands around your neck
 And collapse your throat
 And kiss you
 The cuts in my head I can't feel
 Friends are everywhere but I'm always leaving
 You have some fucking weird friends
 Always taking pictures
 But there was nobody outside
 But each repetition becomes submission
 Becomes more abstract
 True rumors
 Better than betrayal
 I said I wanted children but not now