My list of priorities (you're last)
You're so full of angst with the "fuck you" that I never even noticed you breathe, or not breathe. Yeah, well, whatever. I have better things to do than worry about every cynical self obsessed adolescent, yeah, you heard. How about you just walk away slowly and never look back, leave me for good and I'll still be sitting here with my crayons and black paper drawing your contorted face over and over again.
The absence has been sustained, and I feel like I can't speak anymore.
My pulse is so intrusive, it interrupts all the words I want to say to you. What can I say, I hold a grudge.
You are in no position to judge, as you sit crossed legged contemplating your dirty conscience.
Your sin is admirable, congratulations, you really went for it this time didn't you?
Your so poisonous that I retch when I touch you, at night time I can still feel you crawling on my skin.
You're not worth my spit, you really need to grow up.
The absence has been sustained, and I feel like I can't speak anymore.
My pulse is so intrusive, it interrupts all the words I want to say to you. What can I say, I hold a grudge.
You are in no position to judge, as you sit crossed legged contemplating your dirty conscience.
Your sin is admirable, congratulations, you really went for it this time didn't you?
Your so poisonous that I retch when I touch you, at night time I can still feel you crawling on my skin.
You're not worth my spit, you really need to grow up.