Jeff said
I wish I was dirt
I'd wait on the spills and the the cigarette butts
Doubt very much it would hurt
From the bounce of the glass
Or the filter, for better or worse

He said it's easy to soak up stories
If you're laying on the ground

And he said
No clocks or unrequited work
It'd just be me, I'm the dirt
I let you walk all over me anyway
So let me enjoy it

Why do you Cause me so much pain
Why do I feel so drained

Why do you cause me so much angry energy
Will I ever be plenary

Why are you so mentally abusive
Is it because it causes me to be intrusive

Why do you blame me for all of the mishaps
Is it because you want to bust my kneecaps

When will you be satisfied
Will it be when I become fossilized

Why do you pretend to love me
Is it because I am off key

You were red,
I was blue.
You turn lilac whenever I'm near,
Then red violet when you talk to me.
I turn teal when you smile,
Then uncertain as indigo when you call my name.
Then yellow came around,
You turned orange.
I turned green.
Whenever you're with me I turn you brown.
Now I disgust you.
Now I ***** you.
I strip myself of the hues I've made.
Now I'm just black.
Devoid of anything, of anyone.
Of us, of you.