Come on, bless yourself.
We are the butterflies.
Falling in our own.
Let it bleed.
It's not gonna increase.
No biggie, baby.
It's worth it.
We're the golden kids.
Big deal.
It's okay.
You will all break your eyes.
Spitting in the void.
It's running in silence.
Can we pretend the best that ain't going wrong?
If we can't do anything by our own?