I wanted to help you.
But you just wanted help.

Happens when you work late -
He told me.
You just lose track of time -
(sometimes)
You can't help but
Look up and ask
"How the hell did I get here?"

I'm strategic.
Watching the dominoes fall
before the air kisses the first
Listening to the cards slide
against the felt and pressing that
beautiful edge against my unquenchable fingertips -
Yeah, I figured I shrug smiling -
Looking -
Over my shoulder.
I'm paranoid.
Who's next to fall? I ask.
There's always a Brutus around us
And I can tell somethings surrounding
That whole thing you got there.
That stare. That lack off air
When you breathe, couldn't care less about my stress, so why should I believe
Anything you say.
I'm alone.
I don't care. As long as
I stay in control all is fair
to lose in war, my love removed before
I'm still moving more
And improving for - a future.
Don't worry about me.
I'm better than fine.

there's this Girl
i like.
She comes  by  once every
Thursday night, Six o'clock
Pulling in right in front in her
White Mercedes car -
She's always on time.
Meanwhile I'm late, but -
Cursing cruising down the interstate -
Weaving up lanes and weazing up smoke -
She's already at my place
And she's ready to go.
I think -
I love -
her.
But there's no way she feels the same.

*** i love this song!
- backing up the volume drops - ugh.
D - for drive, I rewind the track
S - sport mode, I never ran track
Skipped my exercises last night -
Binged on gluten.
Catatonic at a parallel universe.
Eyes glazed over, I barely comprehend
the plot, it's cool, this crowded room
voices over mine, I never know what to do.
I could clean. I could learn.
I could believe. I could earn.
Instead I relieve and I burn.
Because it seems, I have a date with an urn.
**** **** ****.
Outta My Way - if my boss calls
What am I to say?
I overslept? I felt sick
these are the cards I was dealt
I can't help this.
But this Toyota  couldn't go any slower
I swear!
Move your *** over before a new one I tear!
Sorry, grandma. I didn't mean to be such a cancer on society. I didn't see you there.
But the guy on the right side of me, holding up the *******, what irony.
He's not watching the road.

I don't think we ever truly knew each other, she said.
I almost said I felt like one of those icicles that stay the same size, while all their icicle friends are pushing towards the fallen snow.
I just looked at her.
I'm surprised my stomach didn't digest my heart right there, as my eyes ran across the back of my brain, I could feel the static building.
Wondering. Where I went wrong and when.
We had it all.
The lazy Sundays.
The gluttonous nights after work.
The lustful sweat falling to her bare skin mixing with the oils and dust in the air.
Her make up running with angst
Asking to be set free, I know that feeling all to well, I said.
What? She looked perplexed pausing the passion.
Oh, sorry, I slapped her in the face, and she smiled.

Such a long sigh
for a girl with a such a shortness of breath -
She's explaining to me why
I should already be kissing her neck -
hands all over my back, to be
inevitably covered in sweat, she reads
Comso on her lunch break - (back to)
back to punching numbers in the face -
(day to)
day dreaming how much wine one could taste -
the thought alone, my stomach rolls like a vehicle out of control, knowing cold how much time one could waste -
it's a trait
We grew up with. (and)
I'm disgusted.
Even myself cannot be trusted,
so why would I even touch this?
Frail female with a ten foot pole?
Good thing I'm packing eleven
If they're playing games?
They should fold, I'm betting
with a wrist of aces
a hand that can't lose
how far should I take this?