i brush my teeth until they bleed
is this coming clean?
i roll my eyes, repeat that lie again,
"yea, i'm coming clean"
a new man, a new day
the same plans, same mistakes
this disgrace on my face
will stay until the end of days come
you crash your car into a wall
you say you're nothing
i say, "you're all of everything to me"
a longterm plan: an ampersand
embroidered on a towel in our kitchen
in the light of day, you feel safe to say,
"please stay until the end of days come"
(i did not choose you, i was molded in your form)
(you spat on dirt, i was born, and i've since been bored my whole sad life)