Oh I wish I could find it funny. You laughing like that. But instead I change into a rage. And run around. Without a face. I wish I could find it funny.
Shape is still. Asleep. With the toys. As tall as men. The pictures in the hallway. Turning inside. Whispers. Unseen. Jumping against the sky. Slipping away.
High up on this mountain. The whole world looks so small. And all the rivers. Run away. Slipping in your deep green heart. I drink you as I swim. And I'm sliding.
You're just a waste of time. You're just a babbling face. You're just three sick holes that run like sores. You're a fucking waste. You're like a slug on the floor.
who's gonna give a shit. who's gonna take the call. when you find out that the road ahead. is painted on a wall. and you're turned up to top volume. and you're just sitting there in pause.