I see you brought your bedroom eyes

[whenitsover]

If my life were ever full, It it shall ever peak
Once im at the top would that be the end to my bitter week
my bitter month, my bitter year, my bitter end so sad, so dear
my bitter end seems to be drawing so ever near
closer to me than you could ever be
the end of things so clear so obvious as to how it should be
over fast over quick
this sadness this pity god it makes me sick
the only thing i can think of
the only thought i can think through
the only thing i want is to get rid of you