ad hominem in utero;;
stuck in a hole just out
of grasp, you are the
shell of the boy that
you've been-- i am the
shell of the kid she
knew for all those years

and im sick of textbook
readings and im sick of
wasting your time trying
to breathe when youre
still hooked to an inhaler
and i'm sick of wasting
my time because i spend it
doing math while you are
wasting away, somehow-

i wish you were here, oh,
it feels like i've been
asleep for years in this
pouring rain and it feels
like i am the setting sun
even as i pour cup after
cup of coffee; the doctor
said he saved me, but im
still dead, im sorry.