isn’t a problem
around sinners
and the self absorbed,
but sometimes I want
to kill myself twice this life.
I have no patience
for much of anything
especially dumb-dumbs
who announce the mountain,
and don’t love me because
you’re through hating you.
Flowers, cactus and birthday cards,
killer wake me up,
killer wake me up,
this is a story in which my eyes shut,
you’re through hating you.
Flowers, cactus and birthday cards,
killer wake me up,
killer wake me up,
this is a story in which my eyes shut,
red cheeks, reincarnated.
I’m too tired
I’m too tired
to make you love me;
I’d rather you reject me
than just disappear.
I’d rather you reject me
than just disappear.
I could be strong.
I could be wrong.
I could be anything.