pick my brain and blame me
blame me

do not tell me anything
because i will overthink it
to the point where i think i took a breath at the wrong time

i am the worst nightmare
of every child who has parents that fight in front of them
i smell like campfire smoke and regret
dark basements with tiny bathrooms
full of regret

i am night
i am night
i am the past coming back to haunt you i am
broken fingernails and pulled hair and i am
searching
waiting
i am waiting for you to be alone so i can
pick your brains and i am
god i am god
i am god