Crywank Blink

Just like the way your brain edits out the dark parts when you blink

I smoke all day to soften the hard parts of when I think

Crywank An Intimate Message

Throwing caution to the CPU fan

I gave you the wardrobe you asked for

Wide eyed, you mortified me

Devastatingly perfect a beating of sorts

If I become nostalgia, you’ll always love me more

It snowed today, triple layers and mittens

Three inches on the fencepost, subzero playlist

Skirts lifted in the alcove

Phones resting on the sides of our heads

I didn’t know what irony meant, but I’d say it anyway

Crywank Memento Mori

Everyone I love is gonna die

And I will die as well

I think about this before I sleep

And have since I was a child

In my life, will I make a difference?

In my death, will I be missed?

Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife

Or will I just cease to exist?

This fear makes me feel so naïve

I wish that I could just accept

But I’m chilled by the redundancy of

Thoughts collected, but not kept

And maybe I’m still a stupid little boy

Too weak to understand what will come

I want to find peace of mind

Maybe no mind is the answer to that conundrum

Oh I want to be a baby again

Oh I want pure thoughts in my head

Oh I want to be a baby again

Oh I want pure thoughts in my head

Oh I want to be a baby again

Oh I want to forget

Oh I want to be a baby again

Oh I want pure thoughts in my head

Oh I want to be a baby again

Oh I want to forget

Everyone I love is gonna die

And I will die as well

I think about this before I sleep

And have since I was a child

Crywank Who Am I???1

Who am I? Do my genetics decide? Am I a predetermined piece of shit, or is that just what transpired?

Well I’m bolstered by the transience of identity

Don’t tell me who I am

I am nothing and so are you

And that’s good it’s like when I speak of I, I speak of you

It’s hard not to when you’re just a character within other peoples lives

Who am I?

Crywank “Who Is Thomas Saunders And Why Is He Significant In Your Writings?”

Hopeless, you’re told; fearful of the day she dies

Do they see this as a waste of your time?

The life you’ll lead if you outlive her

Count the days until you sleep

Spiral downward, you knew you would never cope

Was it worthwhile knowing you would sink this low?

For the life you’ll lead if you outlive her

Count the days until you sleep

Crywank Deep Down I’m American Werewolf

Stacked up to my height

Turn and see you cry

Crumpled down to my size

Broken by your father’s vice

Those years you don’t remember

I spent crumpling leather

In the seat next to where you drive

Where you gave your best advice

Your favourite song line hurts

I didn’t understand it at first

But an empty seat on your drive home

Reminds me how often you are alone

Crywank You Won’t Meet A Girl Sat In Your Room Listening To Music

It’s just another fucking song that rhymes the words ‘miss’ and ‘kiss’

I know it’s easy, but I can’t help but relate to this

I don’t even apply these words to a specific person

But when you’re feeling this lonely, the relevance worsens

I just miss affection, with pure intention

I just miss affection, with pure intention

Oh, what’s that line?

The one that gets me every time?

I can’t remember for the life of me

But I know, I know it’s really cute

I just miss affection, with pure intention

I just miss affection, with pure intention