Back to feeling fucking empty.
I took a swing at shorting cuts and made a wrong turn somewhere. Unprepared for fucking up, should remind me I’m still there. And I am feeling sharpened splinters cutting through my center to hear you as you’re coming around again.
You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself.