Pjluk

It’s a good life
Every other day I wanna live
Wanna die
And I’m not sorry
That I’m fightingI’m never comatose
Always feel too much come and go
And then I’m bleeding
Sticky sweetnessHold me real tight
Pulling up on my body like a kite
You’re so red inside
Your juicy eyesThinking that we might pluck
Thinking that we might pluck a cherry
Thinking that we might pluck pluck pluck pluck
Hoping that we might pluck a cherryThinking that we might pluck
Thinking that we might pluck a cherry
Thinking that we might pluck pluck pluck pluck
Hoping that we might pluck a cherry
Thinking that we might