If The Oxygen Is Too Much, I Suggest You Stop Breathing It

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You. Woman. You keep speaking. I say, "ma'am" so many times my throat hurts. What's wrong? Do you not hear me? "Ma'am?" Say it again. "Who's talking?" "I don't know." Bitch. Look, you disturb me. Look, you repulse me. Look, I don't care if your mind snapped, we all got our gripes. Look, just stop moving your lips. They say, "let's move." Maybe. No, actually, yes. "Sounds good."

It's funny how I only remember the start and nothing more. He still cries wolf in his sleep.

I forget the past
and all the things you said
a story that's told
just a little too fast
I dream a morning close
under the guidance of one
the midnight sky, with its loving sun

for love, for shame, for shame on you, you ran away
for money, for greed, for all the wrong things, you ran away

my head is in all the wrong places
the sights and the sounds that you'll never know
a drink on the bar stool
too drunk to remember
the man who held your hand all the way home

we smoke and we die
we mate and we try
to give into temptation that doesn't reply

what am I here
so quiet and cowardly
I couldn't hit a signal digit for truth
a market to buy out
the point that we sell our
stocks to the devils who finance our path

and yet you still slide away
under the cover of silence
which holds me at bay

how much longer will this really stay?