When you love someone, you give them everything, but then they turn out to be a dick, and everything gets chucked back in your face. Then you’re insecure, paranoid, and jealous, and you’re obsessed over that person. It’s one massive head game because you’re like, “Who am I now?” You feel like this shriveled-up Gollum-like creature. And then you hate yourself because you’re trying so hard and it’s just not working. That’s what my album’s about.
*sees a dog* *gasps loudly*
We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.
me at your funeral
Everyone loving iTunes in its youth and then every progressive update as it aged making it more useless and less popular is a metaphor for my life