i use the knife he got me for everything. it lays in my bed in place of him when he’s gone. i twirl it for him through the phone i pose with it in the pictures he begs me for i use the knife he got me for everything.
even as he drifts away I use the knife he got me for everything. i look at as the moonlight hits it like a flash picture in the night. i use it to practice different knife tricks so he’ll think I’m cool i use the knife he got me for everything.
i use the knife he got me for everything now that he’s gone. i hear it calling my name as a command in place of him calling my name with love it cresses my body with prickly kisses where his lips used to trail. it spills out crimson in place of the tears he caused when he left it stays in the hand he used to hold when my body goes numb and cold.
king of rats mediumship, situationships dreams showing me your daily slips your kiss with her, your lips on his your hands on him, your striptease pretty please you begged me pretty please you strung me along all along, declined your calls thank god, he had some sense thank god, I never sent that text thank god, I let it drift off into the ocean nature will take its course, I will heal my corpse writing stories until my dreams show me the next thing, my next path I will align, I build an altar, a waft crossing the waters, no knife in my back