Yeah it's not so great.
I wake up early and drink black coffee
And look up into the sky
But somethings somehow off in
The manor in which I sift
Through the never ending piles of matter
Laying all over the garden.
And I wonder if you'd have been here
When the flood gates broke
If you would have saved the hamsters
Or the books or if you would have choked
And run away,
But you choked and ran away,
And as soon as I saw your sun starved hair
I wanted to throw up,
And I threw up.
Your laugh is like glass at high temperatures
And your smell lingers on my shoulders.
**** everything you ever told me
I think I died and came back to life
Your story is sad and lonely
I told the mirror
I told myself.