If you follow me
I swear I’ll
drop you
into a
hole

No amount of love
is going to get you
out of there
so start digging
you might find some
bodies down there
make sure they’re dead

I’ve never made love to thunder
because my ears would be ringing
and I once had an eating disorder
that required purging and binging

Stop throwing your
sympathy everywhere
I’m not growing any younger
I wish all of you would realize
that
no one gives a **** about
your shoes or your dreams

don’t blame me if you can’t crawl out the cave