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I want you to know that I’m happy for you I wish nothing but the best for you both An older version of me Is she perverted like me Would she go down on you in a theatre Does she

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone I recommend walking around naked in your living room Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) wait until the dust settles Chorus

if I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to if I am hardened no fear of further abandonment if I am famous then maybe i´ll feel good in this skin if I am cultured my words will

You like snow but only if it’s warm You like rain but only if it’s dry No sentimental value to the rose that fell on your floor No fundamental excuse for the granted I’m taken for Cause it’s easy not

Coercing or leaving Shutting down and punishing Running from rooms, defending Withholding, justifying These versions of violence Sometimes subtle sometimes clear And the ones that go unnoticed Still leave their Mark once disappeared Diagnosing, analyzing Unsolicited advice Explaning and controlling,

we’d gather around all in a room fasten our belts engage in dialogue we’d all slow down rest without guilt not lie without fear disagree sans judgement we would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive

burn the books they?ve got too many names and psychosis all this incriminating evidence would surely haunt me if someone broke into my house suits in the living room do you realize guys I was born in 1974 we´ve got

dear matthew I like you a lot I realize you´re in a relationship with someone right now and I respect that I would like you to know that if you´re ever single in the future and you want to come

I had disengaged to avoid being totaled I would run away and say good riddance, soon enough I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling Imagine myself bolting had not been difficult Soon be my life Soon be my pace

Look at us in this kitchen Look at us rallying all our defenses Look at us waging war in our bedroom Look at us jumping ship in our dialogues There is no difference In what we’re doing in here That

I miss your smell and your style and your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life and your body in my bed Miss your take on anything and the music you would play Miss cracking up and wrestling and

Fourteen years Thirty minutes Fifteen seconds I´ve Held this grudge Eleven songs Four full journals Thoughts of punishment I´ve expended Not in contact Not a letter Such communication Telepathic You´ve been vilified Used as fodder You deserve a piece Of

you hadn´t seen your father in such a long time he died in the arms of his lover how dare he your mother never left the house she never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her

my foundation was rocked my tried and true way to deal was to vanish my departures were old I stood in the room shaking in my boots at that particular time love had challenged me to stay at that particular