Bottles and shit talking
Holding your tongue just never worked
With half a mind left over
From using yr sleeve as a tissue
I could have been yours
Put cigarettes out on my forearm
Put your arm around my shoulder
I am sick to death with your half ass suicide attempts…
With caring about roommates
Killing themselves like I did
Holding crosses like guns…
I don’t come around for ass and pussy
Like you wander around for acceptance
And I don’t look around for money and fast cars
Like you walk around for appreciation.
Filth is like sex
You only get dirty
If you don’t wash up afterwards.
When the water laps yr lips
Just spit it back out
Like I have done with all of my memories of you…
