You said it's going to be awhile, but you know something will happen,
You stupid little boy.
I don't want a relationship, not because I want to wait for you,
But, it's because I prefer my whiskey and kids' toys.

You obviously know your relationship won't last, though.
That's pretty sad, knowing you'll come back to me.
You're pretty pitiful,
But, I don't give you up because you're like a true lover and family.

It's going to be awhile, is that what you said?
That must mean your love for her is already dead,
If you're dating her, knowing you two will come to an unfortunate end.
But, I don't care because I have my whiskey and toys,

You know that it isn't going to last,
And you say it like you'll be coming back to me. That's pretty stupid,
Practically infidelity,
But, in a more heart wrenching package for that pitiful unloved soul, that you call your girlfriend.

But, you see, I won't be waiting for you,
Because I'm married to my whiskey.

Sometimes I stop and ask myself,
was the poetry worth
the pain
in the end?

If
You
Can't help someone
Hopefully you can't hurt anyone

My confusion troubles me
My wondering depresses me
And my knowledge grows heavily
And the icing on that cake is everything I hate about me

We were misfits
the neglected *******
of a backwards world
that rejected us
not because we were sick
demented or dangerous
but because we didn't prescribe
to a preconceived notion
of what a functioning citizen was.

Not rotten enough to spoil
behind the bars of a prison
just competent enough
to work menial jobs
and drown our sorrows
at the corner pub.

We swallowed this hard truth
the same way we drank our shots
with no chaser
and at times it burnt
maybe even made us tear up
but we never let it beat us
(too strong for that)

We were beautiful
resilient beasts
that could carry the weight
of the world upon our shoulders
and it was heavy
but we would tell ourselves
"doesn't every world need an atlas?"
so we went on holding up the sky
when no one asked it of us.

Social media...

Why has this virtual world become our master...

Each of us trapped in a bubble with only an outside view of a synthetic life we wrongly chase after...

Will it be too late for us when we eventually realise it's just been one great big disaster?

She's never been known to talk too much
But she's not afraid to touch the ones she loves
She won't run away

She never has much to say
But when she does you don't look away
Or close your eyes
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

She says she's not afraid to die
But when she does, don't be afraid to cry
It's alright

She talks of life and what it means
Her voice is quiet and her words are clean
She's lost in a daydream
Yeah, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me

I wish I could always be
As good to her as she's been to me
Everyday

But I get lost and stuck sometimes
And she's the furthest thing from my mind
It's sad to say
But ****, she's a good girl
And she's been good to me