been putting you out like the trash that you are with weekly pickup on wednesdays
then head home take a pill, fall asleep for a month, and wake up with a new face
goddamn these thoughts and goddamn these people that remind me of you and goddamn the heart attacks every single one of them I wish you’d go through I’ve been told it’s good for me to cry but I can’t the thought doesn’t register I put power in you then try to take it away but it proves too impossible