Flip-Flops at a Funeral

Could it be anymore obvious? I'm digging at the wounds Stretching at the seams I whore myself out I whore myself out I whore myself out I whore myself Out Flushed into illustration Distract yourself from changes Cry Beautiful Stencil Stretching at seams Disservice, harm (This is the next best thing to killing a god like a bad habit) Cry Beautiful Summer Reaching out in front for rebooted truth, a final attempt to secure my role The emblematic wasp stuck in your car, am I outside of the window, or will you cleanse the cab Printing out the havoc in several prepositional phrases Everything i know gets fucking tired Everyone gets tired Of creative torture Peace Medicine Theory Disposal Advance Pose Guilt Succubus I'm driving into the ocean, and i don't know when i can die Straying into the sunlight, faith until i deny