i am not your cause, and i dont want your effect.
i dont even know what to write.
i dont want to fight
to keep up with this undeniable poison.
their looks and their seisures..
always leave the door mat out
if only for your friends,
and i mean only.
a bundle of choice, and the small of my back,
a reputation built among trash cans,
and mirror painted faces, vomit stains spell ridicule
a mission of depravation just to leach obidience.
the image. the smell, the look of it all,
the friends, the greed, the worst of it all
cocaine and the best night you've already had,
the same family to be fucked into
the same confessions and realizations...
you are loved, we get you...
just stay where we tell you!