you and i are calmly drinking
until one of us sneezes on the
kindling our lust for violent words
saying shit that doesn't need to be heard of
are they worth getting off my chest to feel free while she burns?
she won't ever want to go
i am the leech i want removed
i am the leech i once removed
i am the leech i want removed
i am the leech i can't remove
secret crime: leave it off the record
apparition truth-crustacean
hostile in the wrong conditions
talking once was mass elation
now aggressive desperation
true feelings failing to show
is this worth getting off my chest?
is this worth getting off my chest?
is this worth crushing our souls?
is this worth getting off my chest?
is this worth getting off my chest?