you ripped this dress the last time you pulled it off me (but that hasn't stopped me from wearing it out) sometimes people notice and say there's a problem (like i wouldn't know unless they pointed it out)
the way they all talk about pain like it's some kind of abstract thing like it's an outfit you can change at any time the way they all talk about love like it's a burden they've shrugged off fuck that fuck them fuck you ugh fuck my life
you don't wanna hear me say that i'll always be there (you won't even let me come inside of your house) sometimes people call me and ask "what's the problem?" (as if it helps anything if i spell it out)
the way they all just stare at me when i try to talk about these things that i have a heart at all strikes them as quaint the things they all say about you i'm sure that all of it is true i think that i get off of work tonight at 8