My body's mechanism for keeping me warm isn't working.
I'm shivering.
But I am cold.
I am cold.
I am cold.
I am tired.
And I am working.
And I am tired of working.
And I am tired of being cold.

But I can't step out into the sun yet.
Stop ruining our chances of warmth,
You pushed both of us into our separate caves.
We didn't have to be isolated.
I can't help you.
I am cold.

I need a ******* ******* drink,
And a ******* ******* cigarette,
And a ******* ******* blanket.

She likes to look up at the sky,
And kiss the sun,
But she never remembers
What it feels like
To be burned.

Her skin turns to leather
From all of those beautiful kisses.
Thick leather that only serves,
To lock me out.

Running and riding and hiding
Her whole life.
When I finally gave her a place to call home,
She only left it.
Not because she was ungrateful,
But because she didn't understand the concept.

She is an angel under the attack of demons.
They want to win her over.
They want to conquer her.
They already stole her innocence and purity,
But it was okay,
Because they told her they loved her.

Things are really ****** up,
You know?
A giant blue ball,
Spinning through space.
It's so simple,
Yet humans **** it up?

I'm sitting and staring.
I'm not having the time of my life.
Empty bottles and cartons.

Cigarettes are the only thing strong enough
To rid me of the coffee breath.
And coffee is the only thing strong enough
To rid me of the cigarette breath.
And the alcohol doesn't
Even allow me to care.

Never mind honey,
I don't have time.

**** me.
Good god,
I need something.

I can't quite put my finger on it,
But maybe you can?
It's not pain
Or pleasure.
And it's stronger than satisfaction.

"No food will ever hurt you
More than your eating disorder will."

Some quotes just **** me up.
I prefer to be smarter,
Than all the situations I face.
Having to stop and think
Just isn't the right pace
For someone like me.

Go ahead,
I don't care.
Throw wrench in my plans.
Something large and rusty,
That will give me lots of trouble.
Just **** me up.

It's not my worst nightmare,
But it is high up on the list.
Maybe the fifth?

And it's running in circles,
And you're running around,
Shouting about how
We're both dying alone,
But together.
And how that's not the same
As dying alone,
Or dying together with someone.

I go inside,
But we're out of the good liquor,
And I'm not drinking the ******* Fireball.
Some Steve Carell movie is playing in the backround.
Tim and Sam are ******* on the couch,
As usual.

And I'm just alone.
You're all moving around me,
And you live your own miserable lives.
And I've outgrown you.

Rivers are meant to be peaceful,
But I promise,
I'm no Virginia Woolf.

I'd love to share a moment,
But sharing was never
One of my best skills
When I was a little girl.