I think it's funny how we've always been here but you just can't reconcile me.
How can you have such bitterness for me and not yourself,
If you have angel's eyes to see?

And I guess you'll say i just don't understand.
Or that I couldn't possibly understand.
Or that I do understand and that's what you don't like about me.

Oh, just know...
You are my cash cow until we run out of money
Then I'll still be drinking milk and honey
When I delude myself in tasting my own blood.

Because you make me so uncomfortable
And that is the work that feels so functional
Until the winds die down
Or the world explodes
And you're a cyst that's lost in time
The collected stone of our resentment for one another
And the way it has to be.