If I exist, I am not a person
If I just don't exist, I am a person
Love is lovecraftian
Hell is eternal
Life is an eternity
Because it's an eternity we all feel
If a man created a woman
We both don't exist
I'll never understand hell
Because some lives are all about it
I know one day, it'll come true
And we will last forever.

I wish I had taller hair, smaller lips, just like Caroline
And even in this god-like stance
I wasn't created in an image, just unlike Caroline
She can be God, and I'd spend my last days eating apples that'll grant me nothing, unless I think of something that isn't Caroline
I would've wished my death caused by her somehow, but I am nothing compared to Caroline
I'm just too boring, I am too boring to be like Caroline.

She is me
I am her.
He is me
I am him.
It is me
I am it.
I am you,
and you are me.

Are you?
I see you think, but nothing comes up
Are you just stupid?
I don't understand
I don't get why you wonder so much
Maybe way too much
Thinking
Wondering
Being
You.
So are you stupid?
Or maybe I am
For wasting time on you
For thinking about what you are
I
Am Just
Stupid.

I never win because of her
I care about that stupid girl too much
That whoever likes me, I'll reject
Because I care way too much
I wait until I break and confess
Just to be turned down once again
It's a cycle
I never win because of her.

She's always on my stupid mind
And she's even in my stupid dreams
With those ugly lavenders
As she just looks down at the lavender field
From her lavender hill
Just to stare at me
As I cry in bed
With my stupid tears.
It's a cycle
I never win
Because of her.

Your bones
They match with mine
I beg to combine.
But we were never the same
In fact, I find myself pretty lame
Though, I love my bones to the very brim
On the other hand, you probably find them very grim
I've only seen your face
It brightens my day until we both break
I beg for my bones back, our bones back
Like when I carried your bones on my back
I require more
Desire more
More of your bones.

Everytime I go about the town
I see an empty house
No furniture, no color
Nothing to cover
I feel bad for the owner, or maybe just the land
Even though it still stands
I want to give to the house
Or even believe
Even though it'll probably never be seen
As the broken windows leen.

I'm sorry I never saw you again
Because somebody never took me to that town ever again
The town with the empty house
And broken windows.