do you ever listen to
that guitar singing its sweet pain
and feel your chest swell up like an infection
and feel your throat constrict like bad asthma
as you are yet again sorely reminded of
all the things you wish to forget

but you refuse to let a tear escape
because all the progress you have made
will have been for nothing and nothing only
watching the sun rays catch on the city buildings
as you drive drive drive all the way through
wondering why you feel so trapped
when the world feels so big

my favorite song and
I showed you my favorite part
you robbed me of my innocence
and you stole my music and my taste
didn't even have the decency to say sorry
yet you have the audacity to ignore my existence

I'll make sure to drill oil spill worthy holes
into your forehead through rotting skull
to make up for your lacking eye contact
I guess some things never change