Bubblegum Judas

Tinted car windows, dark vision, in the car watching Arteezy stream humbling perception of my only dream, three stooges in the karaoke, dancing, it was our only chance at osmosis, fancy, dinners at the chinese restaurant Filling my hollow connection with basketball, I was living to die yet ended up alive, I was so confused, crying in the bathroom because I thought dad was leaving, mom eventually left too, in spirit You can never hear it The screams of a million children Serenading a dying world Huddled in small rooms Taking puffs of e-cigarettes Jasmine scented, liars always smell the best.