Be easy with me, my bones are brittle, i look so big but feel so little you stomp your feet and wave your hands, shouting something about grand demands. you're poison your toxic, you're making me sick, but i want to be by your side so by your side i stick, and the doctor tells me man, you gotta take this script but I'm done with popping pills to forget that I'm ill because things only worse when you see those medical bills and and your bank statements are running red to symbolize you're dead because Benjamin said when they repossessed all your bills, and tossed out your cheap thrills and you made for the exit but there was no more in sight because your pockets are empty like hollowed out sockets where eyes must have been but you got real thin and they popped out your head like a meatball on thread and when you took a pair of scissors then sheared off your flesh you told me "oh baby please don't forget what happens to me when you don't remember to treat yourself with respect!" so i did what you said and remembered with dread that misery is blind, andgod ain't so kind and if he was sweet we'd have some food to eat but we don't and we wont because i spent all our cash to fill a much different kinda hunger that roars in tremendous anger like thunder and can't be silenced or quenched- it's not leaky like a faucet you tighten with a wrench. no it's a blown out firehose spraying gallons per second i reckon we're drowning like dead fish in the bowl but the bowl is rum punch so i guess we've got cocktails to have for lunch so lets go down swinging like we always do, there's nothing better than getting high with you. no it's the worst you gave me this thirst, i blame it on me, because i always could see there's no light at the end of the tunnel no matter how fast you run, you're either flatlining from dirty mainlining or a simple bullet from a gun or leap from the heavens to hells below. where nobody knows if it's place we actually go and I'm not ready to die even though i almost did and you're not ready to be a mother but you got yourself a kid. and that's fine, it's mine - it's not, it's his. i don't know why you treat me like this. but tell me you love cuz i love when you love me it's so sweet - like the candy we're flipping when deserve a treat.
