why is it that I am constantly
at the other end of leaving?
in the position that nobody wants to be in.
staying must be hard when
a knot of razors is asking you to stay
I don’t blame you, I only blame
the molasses ache in my gut.
i’m sorry i’m **** a ******* Debbie downer.
you made me this way with
your machine gun-clip mouth,
yes, sadness is unoriginal.
I can’t be the talking doll among your china.