A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

— Kris Kidd

And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you’re gasping for air, when you’re begging for pain, when you’re missing something, unable to change the channel.

— Kris Kidd

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

— Kris Kidd

And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my rib cage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.

— Kris Kidd

And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my rib cage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.

— Kris Kidd

And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can’t help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old-fashioned hot box.

— Kris Kidd

Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

— Kris Kidd

Another piano falls, but this time it’s me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

— Kris Kidd

Apathetic in my adolescence, my heart is fluorescent. It flickerslike liquor store lights in the ghetto.

— Kris Kidd

Beauty is biased, brainless. It says little to nothing about anybody as far as ethics are concerned, so why not monetize it? Give it some value, pin it with a price point. Otherwise, it’s worthless.

— Kris Kidd