Sniffing powdered white off my nannas vintage mirror
My inheritance,
My dignity gone
Nannas old, she's dying
Told me stories about the fairies in her head
Dancing her to sleep each night
Would dance upon my head ....

Tainted, rotten, rodent, ****
They're the words you've come to numb.
Slipped in deep inside your wound
See the flowers out of bloom
Take my legs, take my arms, take my eyes, my tangled heart.
Leave me nothing i can cope
Just leave me bud, partake in smoke.

I'm sorry that I freak out
over things that I should just talk to you about.
I'm not used to someone liking me
this much
or being treated
this well.
I guess I'm trying to find some way
that you're just like every other guy
I've been with
and that's not okay.

I'm tired of those
who are supposed to make me feel better
making me feel like ****.

I can't just not be around you.

I can't say anything even vaguely critical of you.

I think you can read my mind.