3rd degree burns
pierce my chest
every time your name plagues my phone
I'd rather sell my tongue
than talk to you again
chemicals wash my throat and
needles fill my mouth
when I flash you a smile
or have to tell you
one more time
to be good to yourself

I feel like,
By the time I'm finished preparing for my future
I'll be too old to remember
The things I enjoy.

I'm so bored I could pass for a 2x4