drum's collection

There is guts on my plate and in my bed at night

And on the pages of my diaries there is blood that's coming out

I am walking on flesh and I'm writing on its skin

My guitar is made out of bones and has hair instead of strings

Your favorite celebrity has teeth upon their jewels

They have rings around their fingers and have fingers on their shoes

You can buy your makeup in packs of blue whale oil

And all the insects you will not kill will be cereals in your bowl

When you don't call me back girl

I swear I see all my veins and they're all about to blow up for you girl

I do care about you