T. Momsen

I'm miss autonomy. Miss nowhere. I'm at the bottom of me. Miss androgyny. Miss don't care what I've done to me. I am misused, I don't wanna do. Be not your slave. Misguided, I mind it. I'm missin' the train. And I don't know where I've been. And I don't know what I'm into. And I don't know what I've done to me. And as I watch you disappear into the ground, my one mistake was that I never let you down. So I'll waste my time, and I'll burn my mind. On miss nothing, miss everything. I'm miss fortune. Miss so soon. I'm like a bottle of pain. Miss matter.

You had her, now she's goin' away