You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."

I think I'm becoming too morbid - I spit this stuff out regularly, and I'm usually not happy with it, it starts morbid always however, and only proceeds to become denser and scarier, oh well; at least I don't write about saving princesses from dinosaurs.

my soft hair stinks of piss

from my own drunken misses

and i guess i shouldve collapsed

somewhere else on somebody elses time

ive been drinking hard liquor all night

but i cant get my features quite right

going for that effortlessly fucked look

everyone else got pinned down

three years ago

and i guess ill have to stay here for a while

i wont look at you if you stop making me smile

ill leave finesse to someone smarter

but im a fucking cigarette

ill burn your lungs out

from your throat

with sick in my mouth i try kiss you

and you swallow every last little drop

you suck everything out from in me

and leave me to collapse

but i jump out your window and i fall

and i run run run on my own two feet

faster than you can walk from me

I stick three fingers in your mouth

and two fingers up your nose

maybe youll choke on me

so i can stopping choking on you

tread your face into the dirt

and push it so it fills the gaps

in your teeth

you tell me my life is over

i tell you im just getting started

ive got a lot more things to do here

i promise you theyre not going to hurt

you better watch where you put your tongue

im tired of all your sexual advances

the only thing im looking to do with you

is spit these words right into your eyes

grow out my hair to hide my face

i cant wait to break this space

and let you really know

how much you tore me ah

how much you tore me ah

how much you tore me ah

how much you tore me apart

I lost the file, so this is from memory.