You spit out words like their burning the flesh in the roof of your mouth
Your thoughts like crumbling walls, aged and molded feeling like there isnt any way out
But I just walked right in, and took a look around,
shook my head.
Your soul smells old, dusty and bent.
And suddenly you have nothing to say....while I'm taking you in, I refuse to let you live this way.
Youll miss the little things
the placement of shit that you dont even need
like when she told you no, so you throw out a plea
She was looking for more
but she'd never find it here, stale bread like your stale state of mind
spread with jelly like your constant conversation to fill her up inside.
That'll do for maybe a week or two, but the lack of flavor, do yourself a favor and dont bother
no hard work no passion, 2.5 minutes for that sandwhich to happen.
Many times you realized this, so liek the knife that cuts and spreads, you cut into her body with your utmost agression
no good intensions
Feed her to yourself, and you move on.
No use in reminiscing with a snack just as quick as the rest, forgetful as the next
Maybe youll miss the ease of spreading your jelly, cutting into a sandwhich that she probably regretted halfway through.
But these are old memories, so hold in your banter and sit the fuck down.
I will not make you a sandwhich,
but a 4 course meal, to straighten you out.