Darling,
I'm flailing against rip tides
but really I'm just laying in bed thinking
please god help me pay my taxes
I'm on the cusp of something great I can feel it
please god.
It’s the small-humongous things that are so ****** tricky
like security and happiness and self respect.
And you. (*uck you) you have to be complicated too?
You can't just be there to want me when I need you?
Take my hand and walk me across busy streets?
Eh.
How *ucking brilliant you think you are sheep *unt.
Draw the shades, crawl under the covers fully clothed.
Let's make a tent. Why?
Because I need you to be
my own personal heyzeus and walk me 'cross water
to dry land, a warm meal, a soft bed