I’m not angry anymore, well, sometimes I am. I don’t think badly of you, well, sometimes I do. It depends on the day, the extent of all my worthless rage. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not bitter anymore, I’m syrupy sweet. I rot your teeth down to their core, if I’m really happy. Depends on the day, if I wake up in a giddy haze. Well, I’m not angry, I’m not totally angry, I’m not all that angry anymore.
I’ve been singing this song around town everywhere for the past week. It’s wonderful.
(Source: mastered-for, via jkellemnop)




