curbdrop out of grace

billy i have your $6 mixed nuts

if you're going to date me then date me but don't make me question fate see because i can't wait and sit around while the sound of the tiniest violin plays where blankets lay piled up in a mound where soon strangers shall be found because the verb i deserve needs a noun and i won't hesitate to crown a whore in place of the empty space that before you wasted my time i had given you mine but now the taste of disgust washed down til lungs rust and i breathe inhale seeds that will feed the complexity of my choice this democracy i continuously seem to proceed putting my arteries dangerously in situations where the seams holding my body together casually i don't care anymore i just wish that before i had tried i would have lied to myself and everyone else that i don't and i won't never ever find myself quoting the words i once said to a crush in a rush to get more something nice to live for nothing solid but something warm but all the ones i get are all whores and all the others i can't afford because i'm never what they look for i'm a walking drug store nothing more not a doctor not a savior i'm half torn to help you and to fuck you but i can't do both and i won't anymore. why can't i get someone like you who isn't a fuckhead? i'll say it again, why can't i get someone like you?

posted by fillshe @ 12:31 AM