Reverbing diagnosis with disgruntle cromtosis
it's a made up word with made up disease
tonight is the night i commit to the statement kept
under lock and key
i found the paper of eviction now follow through
with the assumptions about me
i will satisfy your groaning and sighing
between forefinger and thumb i pound down a fate
it's your head in the distance squelched like a grape
from out of the ocean my dreams and inhibitions
the current being so high and salty but oh so very dry
pointed the blame and called out the name of the game
who can do this longer?
'just do it' the poster on the locker
'so i will' the marker on the tee-shirt
killing me still
it all goes back to a date and time
being the first time to inject
your new coping skill
being your new monkey on the back
the hypocrite smiling, twirling with the amount of shallow things
misspelling over and over and over again it comes out clear
and aggressive now you will do nothing for it only say
i am sorry then repeat and stir into a frothy lather
standing by close to the fire hydrate mystery
how many feet was it
which direction were my tires to be pointed?
i am angled into a perfect obtuse
smelling of nothing of hard work and this was how
the one i swore to loved me best
in my sweat
where is the one that left me here sick?
don't you dare object to the wanting
asking you for mercy and i get nothing
same word flow same matching
swallowing more than ever
working hard with your stutter
the one that scared me the most as you
flew one over the cuckoo's nest
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