no one told me how much of an ******* i looked like at the party
how i was waving my hands around, drunk talking about
how good i am in bed
my bed is a box of springs covered in cat hair and clothes
no one told me how much of a lonely, pathetic wreck i look like
when i’m stressed, not looking at people and kicking things around, screaming
IT’S FINE, I’M FINE
no one told me how stupid i was to let anyone in
you said you liked my pictures, but i think you were just lonely

i touched the sweetest parts of you,
now i have cavities where you should be holding me together.
you asked me about it yesterday in a desperate whisper for a substance replacement.
you need me when you need something else.
i can't be your snow white sweetness, your black tar bride.
being a passing part of you has left me rotting from the inside out.
i could take care of it, but i'd rather feel your absence than nothing at all.