Don’t blame me. Blame TTPD.
“what adults do”
Why be yourself when you could be what I want
Why scream when you could smile with bleeding eyes
Razored veins
The cost of talk is ruffled feathers
Don’t scare the birds
Even if the bones are over thirties
Damage it all if you’re really you
Calm down
Take a breath and go to your room
Hold it in that’s what adults do