Dead Beat Prick

no bones house
no bones and no food and he wont eat
like he would if he wanted to
he wont eat food reminds him of her
oh this was her brand oh this is what she ate
she eats she sleeps and he stumbles without a purpose
foraging through trash piles and bitter sweaty things
he comes across a little pink book
little lines spelling out little disasters
with a wound a page
with a wound a page
little pink pages written undated
way back then
way back when
somewhere between roommates and sinking ship feelings
finding it hard to stomach words
empty cabinets and bursting bombs
reading all that he never knew before
and he swears he had no idea
and everyone knows he cant think worth a damn
she aint worth a damn
but theres a brightside
blowing up cell phones
still talking kind of talking
kind of sporadic defensive response
but every yep does more than an ounce
and hes defending her
shes a hornets nest
her words are needlepoint
youre better off not talking to that whore
he wont listen to them
the dick in me is a dick in her
and he made her this way
and he made her this way
and he made her this way
and he only wants to go back to this ©