The week

Dolly Parton 9 to 5 Going home just to 5 to 9 in acid running down my face Ariana grande come on put that lipstick on If I can get through the devil’s punishments I can get through your little lacerations Fleabag I love you it’ll pass for breakfast Woke up to you watching me sleep Thought I was just a whore that triggered your core wound Guess I’ll always be a wrecking ball to you Backslid before Wednesday Using you like an ashtray for the perpetual spiral of loneliness

You endeavored to show me love So I took a knife to my heart Endeavored to show me intimacy So I took a gun to my head Endeavored to show me compassion So I took a narcan to my skin Three little words that I don’t think I deserve Proving you dead right like a zombie in the middle of the night