I have nightmares where I’m the antagonist
They’re not lucid dreams, but lately I’ve wished for it
In my favorite one
I’m numb
I’m stretched thin, I’m lit
And my teeth are cutting into my lips, but I like the taste of it

I stand behind the bathroom door
They wouldn’t suspect me, anyway.

Tingling, waiting for the action to start
Liquor in my fingers so they’re too sticky to pull apart
And when they come in, one by one to steal deodorant
Or have a pow wow of six girls, with two ******* beers to split
I wait for them to the close the door



…a little more

All this shrieking and still I'm bored
They wouldn’t have liked me, anyway.