I don’t mind if you want to take a nap
I don’t mind if your fucking lungs collapse
And I don’t mind you writing letters to a love that you once had
You can tell them that I’m leaving ‘cause I’m sick of feeling sad
This makes me miss summer.
reality: "capitalism breeds greed which encourages companies to make the biggest possible profit at the lowest possible costs, which results in planned obsolescence, exportation of manufacturing jobs, use of exploitative and abusive labor, flouting laws and regulations, complete disregard for human safety / needs / emotions, and an overall shitty and toxic society that forces people to either play the game or die"
and i claim i’m not excited with my life any more
so i blame this town, this job, these friends
the truth is it’s myself