evil plan

I'll say something better when I've got a bit less time
Brain's foggy, and my itchy hands carved craters into my thighs
Open my room to afternoon, summer's ugly head
Reared itself into my now bug-covered blinds
I gave a roach a free ride home, I feel too close to them to kill
A dirty cup, an envelope, and a whispers wish it well
Pass a stone on the ground and think of it for blocks
Turn around, a detour, slip it into my back pocket

My fingernails are more blood than keratin
My bags are full of rocks that I can't stop carryin'
I see how it's all a bit hard to understand
But I swear It's all a part of me, countering their evil plan
I swear It's all a part of me, countering their evil plan