what you don't know,
it'll **** you in your sleep
I lay for hours
telling you how to breathe

the air is all wrong
the nails are upturned
the *** sings a shrill song
and the coffee burns

I beg you – throw a show,
I'll sit still – I'll be at peace
what you don't have,
is what I need

our chair sits unused
it's frail, it'll never last
we both smile – unamused
gnawing our haughty pasts