Rage Against Construction
It seems we are destined
for a lack of destiny or love
or happily ever after
I don't know if we can
continue to the end
frankly, I don't think we can
Most of the time I want to cry,
scream that you are wrong,
that we are wrong together.
Ask, why does it hurt too much
to break this thing and clean?
Lick the salt from angry wounds
Pound the wall with worthless hands
Close the door on anxious eyes
and fuck you.
Fuck you too, hon.