Still Loves You

Fuck you too, dead Can you feel it when the blood runs out? Like it just did, white knuckles Can you feel it? Fuck you too, fuck you dead Fuck you too, fuck you dead I said it for the record, said it and I turned away I can hear these words in my ear One last time in my ear Fuck you dead, cold Can you feel it when the blood runs out of me? White knuckles, hey Fuck you too, fuck you dead Fuck you too, fuck you dead I said it for the record, said it and I turned away I can hear these words in my ear And I can see you when you hold it and it slips away And I can feel you when you hold it and it slips away And I can see you when you hold it and it slips away And I can feel you when you hold it and it slips away This is over now This is it, it's over now Goodbye

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 25, 2026

Take heart attacks without cracking a smile We learned from the guys who always get it right And if you lift us up you'll always let us down When you're five feet away it should feel like fifty-five We never gave them a moment's peace Or the satisfaction of seeing us break down The pen and the ink they stab start through the heart Draws on lies and the feelings will start at the back of your knees And we'll watch through the holes Strategically cut in your bathroom walls while you choke Perfectly timed and it's taken us years And the sickness still lives like cement in your veins With your eyes glued back to these spots on your walls Perfectly timed and its taken us years To find in ourselves the strength to concede To admit that we're wrong To admit to the things that we've done This is my life I will not be ashamed Close to me, close enough Reach inside and take what you want Who's the one who picks up the pieces on your own bathroom floor? Found fault in almost anyone Ruined almost everything Found fault in almost anyone Ruined almost everything Found fault in almost anyone Ruined almost everything Found fault in almost anyone Ruined almost everything Reach inside Sticks like the ords on the tip of my tongue Looks for a way to come out all wrong Sticks like the ords on the tip of my tongue Paper answers everything We just like the way these words look on the page Paper answers everything I can't find a thing at all in here Paper answers everything At least it did Paper answers almost everything

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 25, 2026

I am finding a way to murder I am finding a way to murder

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 25, 2026

Five weeks couldn't break me, couldn't cut through this skin No matter how hard you tried, you still couldn't get in I can't feel it, I can't taste it You can't break me Five weeks couldn't break me, we're chained to the wall Feet held to the fire, I couldn't feel it at all I can't feel it, I can't taste it You can't break me so fuck you If it passes in air, just please don't recall Fill awkward silence with the sound of your voice and instead Remember the colors and every detail As it passes on the back of our lids and rewinds Watch as it's played on the walls Crashing down, make it stop Time that is spent thinking alone can kill you Use every channel to account for the flaws Cover them up as best as you can If you look inside don't turn away, you might like it As it's played on the walls, crashing down, make it stop The human body was not designed for any of this I am demanding a full recall on all of these parts (Shallow breathing, I can hear you) (Shallow breathing, I can hear you) (Shallow breathing, I can hear you) (Shallow breathing) We want answers but we're afraid to ask questions Ask it, questions Ask it, question

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 25, 2026

Blood burns clean I can piss gasoline What you're willing to waste I can smell, almost taste See these lights in my eyes They record a life of crime Fingers all wrapped around Tongues pulled back like loaded guns We'll do it again one last time Blood burns clean What you were, gasoline What you're willing to waste I can smell, almost taste See these lights in my eyes They record a life of crime We'll do it again 'til they pull this gun We'll do it again 'til they pull this gun from my cold dead hand Living your life like you're waiting to die Eyes on the clock like you're hoping you live through this Living your life like you're waiting to die Eyes on the clock like you're hoping you live through this This is where we got off Quiet calm hanging from dull needles in the air Dirty rubber souls tracked behind us The faint trace of suspicion on the terminal floor If we had been able to we would have seen our reflections In passing store front windows Only the late afternoon light refused to let us in And we moved like ghosts up escalators And down crowded concrete corridors Every movement was carefully detected And words painstakingly decoded And still we fell out from the camera's eye Erased from the taped evidence We were the light footsteps of a practiced and polished abomination We passed unquestioned into their vaults Where they gave us anything we wanted without a word This whole world laid open wide Say my name like it's all you've got Say my name while you bleed into me Say my name like it's all you've got Say my name while you bleed into me Tonight the world is ours, laid open wide Ours to take in, tonight, this world is ours

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 25, 2026