I didn't say it.
I'm getting reacquainted with my lower self. It's a classless kind of fate, it holds its ground in the way that death just makes you wait. I swear you secretly want me dead. If you had to watch a movie of it, I'm sure you'd both be horrified. I want out. Maybe we should get married. Sex ruins everything. I like you! Common obligations, common complications. Like a musical trend you see it as a phase. Predictable film with a forgettable end. Passive aggressive, wipe the smile off your face. They're saying terrible things about you at the shows. Only so much time, you can waste on me. Together we don't like anybody. Bluffing your way to extinction. You're a sick fuck to think that this, unlike anything else will last forever. You get what you put in, I guess that's bullshit in the end. Written under fluorescent lights, that replace the sun at night. Love was just a verb without the patience. By the way, I know there'll be hell for any hand you hold.