i did not grow up playing house
or learn how to play pretend
but i do it well
because that's what we do
when things go over our head.
look at my girlfriend's ******
he says,
and i go to jail for poppin him
twice
upside the head.
nightmares in my head
gun
blood
water
crying
and people wonder
why i talk about dying.
i didn't do it soon
or well
or hard
or quick
or long
enough.
and now i pay for it
every night
while lying in bed.
lost and found
stable and quavering
cold and sweltering
bi and polar.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
i did not grow up playing house
or learn how to play pretend
but i do it well
because that's what we do
when things go over our head.
look at my girlfriend's ******
he says,
and i go to jail for poppin him
twice
upside the head.
nightmares in my head
gun
blood
water
crying
and people wonder
why i talk about dying.
i didn't do it soon
or well
or hard
or quick
or long
enough.
and now i pay for it
every night
while lying in bed.
lost and found
stable and quavering
cold and sweltering
bi and polar.
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