Telekinesis from Self Preservation by Palette Knife

I will close my eyes on my return flight and pretend I have telekinesis and loosen the screws on the engine. Maybe you would feel bad if I died feeling sad in an airplane. So fuck your texas, fuck your attention paid for in tears shed. I wanna feel anything instead.

I am afraid of unpacking my suitcase because my clothes still smell like your place, identity erased. A stranger drowning in your hometown, this airport bar is such a let down. I cannot drink another reason, am I lost or just found?

So have fun with the boys in your bed and the drink in your hand it was what you were best at and I will never change that. No one will ever change that.

• Punk
• emo
• indie punk
• indie rock
• midwest emo
• poppunk
• Columbus