i never did anything to you, man
i'm sick and tired of the words that fall flat on the ground i'd rip my throat out and hand it to you so there's no excuse no misunderstanding when the heart is beating in your palm but still you'd find some way to turn that around onto me
while letting the eggs burn on a dry pan i am sneering in the shower i am still thinking of the perfect words to say so with a gun in my mouth, i am still arguing with you even though i buried you alongside all my other pets
and the boy grown up is still holding the magnifying glass catching the sun and throwing it into the ant hill and what are we to do now? he's much too old to beat so we'll leave him be and someone else will figure it out
your soft hand made me grow callous and so weak underneath it's much too early in the morning for you to ask anything of me and i'd like to meet whoever made you think have the authority when all i've ever wanted to do is occupy the smallest space in the week












