it's frustrating
when i know what to say
and then it fucks off
because you take over and say
NO.

but we all seek a little attention;
so is it okay?
or did i completely miss my turn?
raced right through the last intersection
i don't even care about that intervention
the one that you scheduled for me to have about this time..
this time last week..
i'm in another world now.
so you know what
it doesn't really matter when i'm here.
i like that.

you know all of this is
unfamiliar to me.
i left it in the past
because i knew it wouldn't last.
i'm sorry.
apology NOT accepted.
it's all been ruined
and there is no chance for it to be resurrected.

because now that i want this;
you won't.
everything i want to do becomes
a don't.
well you know what
i DON'T want to listen to
your mindless trash and filth.
fuck you.

do you ever wonder if this is
as good as it gets?
like you should end it all?
like you could find new meaning
in life through death?

i guess that defeats the purpose.
and i guess a suicide *would*
hurt us..
but you say if you die on drugs
you'll die happy.
what's with this sappy tragedy
we were all brought up on?
caught up on the hang-ups.
messed up from the break-ups.
there's NO GLUE left;
i'm a VICTIM of theft
and you wanted to grow up to be
a fucking CHEF?
i'm not joking.
these aren't just rhymes.