[Sacrifice.]

Fresh cut grass on the green I'm the line in between Selmas I ride so serenely, I'm nearly asleep and You're paving the way, But I crave you- Praying for love, and Paying in neivety Woah, It hits differently, Twenty years later, or something Perhaps 23, But I haven't counted yet I haven't counted yet, probably Probably Prominently proficient in processing Words, really— Really? It's just words, They mean nothing to me, But all that they mean, Whenever I'm feeling Consecutively, Or concurrent; I can't keep up yet, I can't keep my eyes open; I slept in— I haven't slept, I haven't gone to bed yet Am I still in my head (in hell) I am, I haven't left yet Am I still. In my mind (I am) I guess I haven't left yet, I'm just picking up this trash And countering sheep, Can't help but love him If love is just a word, then, Well— I guess it can't be felt then “Heaven help him” Heaven help us, Heaven meant it— This isn't what you think it is, It's just a simulation; This isn't what you think it is— A big glitch in the Matrix This isn't what you think it is— The princess in the pig pen This isn't what you think it is— This isn't about Skrillex … I forgot what I said last; It must have not been important I must have not been good enough I must have been born two whole inches shorter Crossed the border, Out of order revolutionary— It's not evolutionary, I'm just seeing loud and clearly This is my obituary Bitch, just wait to January Might as well be anywhere but Vegas This is temporary Fix your temper It's a tempest; Does this interest you a bit? Wait, is this Dillon Francis at the Kristin Krab “No, this is Patrick!” I was just infatuated with his laugh For half an acid trip At last, I can finally admit it I went to insanity, just to go get him And then I missed dinner And then I missed breakfast and lunch, Then missed dinner again, Just to fit a size six, Looking back, now, I laugh at how fat that is Damn. I can't handle a Kit Kat, Milk chocolate in that, No more milk and honey, Just want some one to love me—