It got to the point where we just ******
No snake oil arguments,
No cookie batter eating binges, no street corner improv,
No cold, crazy, middle of the day, psychopath silence,
No clink, clank sulking,
No cuckoldry tears over the kitchen sink.
It was as if we secretly decided,
To pound each other to death,
Or die trying.
Why is this so enjoyable.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
It got to the point where we just ******
No snake oil arguments,
No cookie batter eating binges, no street corner improv,
No cold, crazy, middle of the day, psychopath silence,
No clink, clank sulking,
No cuckoldry tears over the kitchen sink.
It was as if we secretly decided,
To pound each other to death,
Or die trying.
Why is this so enjoyable.
