mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

I think about you.
I think about you hard.
I didn't like your attitude;
it left my image of you marred.
You were immature,
sometimes a nasty ****.
But there’s a thought about you
that’s a real perk:
It might be naughty,
it might be sick,
but I find my thoughts turn pleasant
when I think about your ****.

You annoyed me day and night,
and drove me a bit crazy.
There are some things that  I remember
that I wish were hazy.
Your voice was whiny,
your habits loathsome.
You smoked and stayed up late;
I'd wish that I was lonesome.
Except for that bit about you--
the key that fit my lock--
it’s what I miss about you.
My dear, it’s just your ****.

You talked too much.
You weren’t very bright.
I pretended I was listening
as you rambled on all night.
You didn’t pay the bills.
I mostly cooked the food.
Our stupid arguments
left me in a foul mood.
But even when my thoughts
about you were at their meanest,
I somehow changed my view
when I thought about your *****.

There’s no way to separate
you from your biggest asset.
So though you looked like trouble,
in every single facet,
I tolerated much--
more than I’d like to remember--
because of my strange attraction
to your firm and friendly member.

We've said all we can
But when will it end?
We talked until the sun came up and now I'm losing it, my friend
You know I like your words
But they've been heard
Can we please shut up and just be with the birds?

I think the moon got bored
You see those nails in the door?
I can hear them on the side of my mind, scratched off on chalkboard
There's a time and place
For time to waste
But we've wasted enough I need a different kind of taste

Did you feel it too?
There's something better we can do
It doesn't matter to me, can we finally just blow this tune?
I know tomorrow will come
But before we're done
I'd like to thank your mouth for the race its run