Smile and say cheese, you fuckface

Pretty picture

You’re a fixture

That I hope will break

Maybe soon someday

I have an awful funny way

Of handling my arrangements

And moving in surroundings

Soon I’ll curl up

Lay still and think

Forcing my “okay with this”

Fuckin around

Fuckin around

I wanna wad up inside
Let my soul scrunch up
Like a looseleaf paper
Or something sad and cold

Pain in the back of my throat
Rubbing my eyes
Today was just,
Biting back lies
And smoking too many cigarettes

Sobbing in the pillow
Hold myself in close
Today was just,
The things I hate the most
And blankness is my friend