Nothing, yeah.

Make me not know myself. Make me lose myself so you can find yourself.

Nothing, yeah. I was always like, yeah that’s the one I want to be! So alluring to feel like nothing and then actually be like nothing, but still be present. Like it’s an ideal, it’s a fiction. It’s only something you can try to do. 

Writing out only the parts you like to remember.

Make me invisible like how I feel at parties: colors and sounds washing ov…