a (100) grand finale
and when the sinner has just been reduced to his sin, where can he go? no church will take him, no mother will look upon him while he sleeps. didn't you hear about the new world? the man you love is leaving town and he's gonna be famous and all his letters home will reek of alcohol and glitter will fall out and coat your lap and your shoes. everything you love is leaving you, especially yourself. the news is rather lachrymose and i hate that i have to be the one to deliver it but ive got a way with words and a way to make you love me. it has to be me. ill grow up ill be the asshole ill tell it like it is. no one has left because theres nothing to leave behind, they just moved on from the bundle of crises that you are. when youre held together by crocodile tears, you got to dry up sometime. whats left after the theatrics are gone? whats left after the curtains have dropped and everyone has left the theater? this is survivor, this is the end of the rope. i see through you like a window pane and hardly care at all. you're a piss poor excuse for someone broken, and you use that to fall into pieces into every guy's sheets. this isn't a kitchen, i am not a dustpan, i do not collect broken pieces of shitty dishware. you think you're ceramic like a doll, i know you're not ceramic at all.