Waste of Paint

This is all getting to be too much for me.

Sweet words, only makes for bad intentions [in a parking lot]

She knows I won’t stop unless he’s mine

Maybe she forgot? 

I tried to be cool-

But my smile got tired and so did my body

So I foolishly shut my eyes and pretended to be sleeping

While you’re up in the bathroom destroying your dignity,

Or whats left [from that time you were barely thirteen]

I’ll pretend I don’t care when you can’t say no

I’ll be there waiting after - twisted up in a blanket.

Maybe [I hope] you’ll wake up feeling guilty next to me

But she won’t and these images can’t be erased

—I feel sick. You can’t trust anybody these days. Lesson learned.