When the stench of sin and love
creeps out from underneath the doorframe next door
and into your ****** little cave,
it transforms into a fragrance
of jealousy, greed, envy, and lust.

Any decibel could confirm my suspicions.
I'd better not knock on wood
lest I mistake it for passion
and cry again.

You shouldn't even be here,
run back to where you can die
all alone
and not bother anyone.

You can sit and wait,
sit and listen,
but you'll never be
the source of those sounds.

What point is there in crying?
You should've known from the start.
You got your hopes up
and you let yourself down.

Well, I say **** them!
Who wants to be held? Not me!
Who wants a kiss? No sir!
Who would ever consider having every inch of their body
touched and admired by the love of their life?
Certainly not I! I would never!

I love this bedroom,
the crickets and dust bunnies love to talk to me!
The clouds in the window covering the sun in the morning.
I have dinner plans with the ceiling tiles tomorrow afternoon!
My weighted blanket is all I need
to get me through the night.

I'll let the rushing shower water
drown out the sound of excitement
a couple of feet away.

So fall my tears, and be still my heart.
We'll get through tonight,
and show up tomorrow with a mangled smile.