Voices keep saying you’ll “make it up to me”
That Aaron Wall wanted to come with me to New York
That you’d have been all over him
And then say that’s the opposite, that it’d be T.
That you wanted me to kill myself,
That T wanted me to kill myself.
This kinda ran in and out of my head as soon as it arrived, so that means I’m recovering, finally.
They keep saying it’s “somebody else” that wants all these horrible things and more to happen, I can’t keep up with it.
And I’m not betting on you coming back to make amends with me either, but it does feel nice to think about, and it reminds me of this song: