Insecure

Another night alone

Makin' more assumptions

Tryna do the mathematics

Add it up to nothin'

Jealousy, cuffin'

Can't tell me, nuffin'

I just need buns

Like bakers need muffins

I just need more drinks and less lights

My girl, 'cause she dress flight

Plan B the the best nights

The shit I can't afford

The shit I hunger for

But I be in my room

Hunkered like a storm

Frontline in my war

Trigger finger sore

Every day is swallowed pride

Or eyein' at the door

Thoughts adrift at sea

And I be vying for the shore

When I feel too much pressure

Then confiding's like a chore

I need massages at the source

My sacral needs are pure

My heartbeat’s like a roar

Hold the door (hold the door)

Hold the door (hold the door)

Hold the space when a real one hits the floor

When a real—

Holds the floor (holds the four)

Hold the floor (hold the fort)

One day I'll slip my ego cyanide

Hold a razor to the throat of all my violent prides

Confirm the TOD and then say my goodbyes

"Lowkey, I'm glad he died"

But we can't say that, right?

I don't cheer for loss

Even of ones we demonized

Feel like I see human when I look into these demons' eyes

Add to that how guards are down on demon time

And the fact that you and I think just alike

(PARKER!)

Alright guys, today we're gonna screen the short films you've been working on this semester

Anyone wanna go first?

I'll go first

Ok Kevin

This film is called girls are not to be trusted. By Kevin

Hello? Oh hi, Todd! Oh yes, this is Belanie! Oh! Yes, we did have sex, you and I! Uh-huh, I had been dating Kevin all of freshman year! But you know what? I found that being a decent human being really isn't worth the eff-