knife throwing contest

i was watching tv as you called

voice cracked

this time it's not interference

call the cops

call someone else

hands cold

irony of ironies

in this long hot summertime

you win

but can't say that out loud

i'm worried

but quiet about it

does that make you feel better?

we'll race the kids we hate into heaven

you know they'll hate that

you know i'm on your side

you win

but can't say that out loud

i'm worried

but quiet about it

does that make you feel better?

stop saying things you know are not true

save that for your funeral

stop saying things you know are not true

save that for your funeral

drape the pitch-white pall

motivated

to cough up blood upon your casket

you're not in these eyes

if i hear you say that again

i will kill you myself

this place is all white sheets and blue pants

you can't be happy here

too beautiful

you're too beautiful