You're like a poorly concocted mixed drink
Sweet to the taste, and yet rough on the belly
All you do is contemplate and think
And now you have left me feeling dirty
I can't even write I am so upset
But Ben and Jerry have always been there to heal my heart
Am I just a cavernous threat?
Or perhaps I know too much, and simply too smart
Fuck no; these are my coping instincts
I wish I was someone else for you
Obviously, now you must be absent
And I pine for the day we can just get through
Delinquent me
Banish my soul
For you, as much as I love, I just want to flee
You know I am too fucked up for you, and thus you can't console
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