My Simulation

I can appreciate it’s my own self I haunt

Ding dong depreciate the depression of want

And ditch some clear affectation of what I once knew

Suspend my animation give me dumb shit to do

Draw me even closer where I can do whatever I want

“Uh”

Bass

My simulation

They say the past can gut you like a fish

How many pisces? Mercury poisonous

Bubble gum bubble gum in a dish

Spit out every fleeting feeling like it’s lickerish

My cavity’s containing isolation and bliss yet I want

“You/Ew”

My simulation / Relation

The Intelligence