ghetto ******* laundromat, funny it ends
where it began, i do love a full circle, but
i can't say i love folding, and watching you
do it is as equally painful as doing it myself

question always, what do i want? what do i
want? what in the ******* world is it that
i want? that lame dave matthews song comes on,
what i want is what i've not got,
****, i know what you mean, dave, and maybe
i should thank you for reminding me of just
one more thing i can put on the list, or cross off
of it, whichever way you want to look at it,
it's just a reminder of what's not right, with me,
with you, with all of this

being thankful is a funny way of flipping
the tables when you can't find a way to wipe the
sad out of your eyes in the morning, because i
can guarantee you if you find the right light
and photograph yourself in it every day at around
the same time, pretty soon you'll start to see that
your smile is reaching the sides of your eyelids, and
before you know it your irises will stop looking
so dull, and soon you'll forget what it means to be tired