In trying to decide if I’m ungrateful or unhappy, I realise I am neither just always wanting better. When my devastator comes I’ll be ready, oh god, nothing scares me like I scare myself. In floating at the point between futures and forever I feel like I’m suspended high above the weather, when my devastator comes I’ll be ready, I know I’ve come a long way mostly looking back. Won’t you wash your hands of me? Let eras end and silent fireworks bloom. All our cute lines. Every new years party progress. Said you’d rather die, I would have kissed you then. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator. Devastator.