I'm the oil in your purified water.
A waste in your pretty beach of broken seashells.
You're so so pretty with the natural organic lipstick of bulshit you wear.
What happened to us?
I want you away more than I want you close.
I was the green bubblegum under your shoes.
The forgotten toy you said you loved, but always lost.
I guess I'm just sick of it, but it always seems to be my fault.