i'm sitting on my bunk bed listening to that band you told me to check out
i like them but probably not as much as you do
a piece of art hangs near my bed
but its not your creation, but another's
i didn't go into work this morning
again
i am going to show up there
in a little bit
its just hard for me to care about the future
i understand what will happen
what will happen if i drop out of school
what will happen if i lose my job
what will happen if i get kicked out of my apartment
i understand
i just don't care
when i think of facing the music
a bathtub and a razor blade come to mind
death doesn't scare me the lest bit
pain does
i also have some things i want to do
before i go
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