high-functioning piece of shit fuck-up Lyrics

It's not enough to hold your hand

I want to crawl inside your flesh

I need to kiss your heart

Lipstick stains and vital organs

I'll leave my mark on your life

If not for love

I would not be here

One of the lucky ones

I'm not complaining

There's a phrase I think about that I feel applies to the trans experience

Within the binary obsessed system of simple choice making

Thanks for all the options

We get to decorate the room

But the room is airtight and it's getting hard to breath

Planned obsolescence

Planned obsolescence

I'm so tired

Pretending everything will be ok is becoming suffocating

How the fuck are we supposed to survive this

How the fuck are we supposed to live normal lives

I'm so ashamed of myself for only contributing words

If I'm alive when you hear this song

It means I failed and things went wrong

If I'm dead, things went as planned

I am truly sorry

Please understand