as tears fall from clouds
just like crumbs on the tables
i wish that i might be different
i hope that one day i'll be able

all the things i used to love
i hate now
so i'll sit here for a while
mixing in cubes of sugar until it saturates
this liquid that you love in the morning
wishing six carbon twelve hydrogen and six oxygen
pressed into shape was your smile
because cause you shouldn't be laughing at a word i say
though you might be finding this comical
or the thc in your brain makes it seem that way
i hurt you, and you hurt me
and friendship might be desired
i'm just old milk neglected on a hot summer day
don't use me for you sweetened cafe
im expired