It's inside of me
an agitation
a destination
begging me to let it free
let if feel me
steal me from this disappointing life.
Sat for an hour in the driver's seat
fidget spinning the carabiner on my keys, neat.
Dogs stare at me
cry a little until I see
they know I'm not right.
Wanting someone to hold me
stroke my hair and tell me a story.
But they all just want to bone me
feels worse than being lonely.
These tears are hard to cry tonight
thick lil gravy, hot and slow and heavy.
Dora cries, demanding my lap
who am I to deny so I gave it up.
If I had a house I'd sit on the shower floor
let water drown me, for an eternity or more.
But I don't, so I won't.
I think, I know... I try to see
this isn't forever, melancholy.
But deep down inside, the honest part of me
wants to be swallowed up by the sea.
Dead, I mean.
Cause most of you reading
are too dumb for a- a- analogies.
"Please won't you explain it to me?"
No cause I don't care what you think, dummy.
Either do or don't find the weight
to get it Rong or Wright.
