I think my name is on your lips- probably complaining
They’re slipping away
Prescribed nonsense
inequality, neoliberalism, social breakdown, religious wars, climate doom and imperial sin
the emptiness of success
The phones taped anyway
I don’t want to be alone
The search for god is absurd
Unless they die before the age of 33 nobody’s entire career matters
Stop stabbing yourself in the neck
My life is a hashtag 