we’ll never make it all fit again
edges sharper & the space deflates;
you’ve got a way to measure
how thick blood runs this time.
sayin babe what flavor is the shame?
you wanna be adored?
i could worship you forever,
right up until you fuck it up.
the best thing about gods is
they don’t care when you lose faith —
watch it, you’ll get crushed
under all that ambivalence.
i guess it was arrogant to expect gifts
then again, my birthday’s coming up.
i’m gonna turn seven next year
and no one can stop me!
so say you’re sorry,
go on! ruin someone else’s night
you throw shrapnel dialing the phone
you tear skin dodging a kiss
i’ve got this look locked down
like i’m waiting for nothing
why fill up when the hollow is home?
so yeah — stay empty, baby,
i’m sure you’ll be glad in five years
me, though, i can’t do that
god told me to shut the fuck up
but where else did i get all these words?
mattress dungeon 