PB&J

Try to keep on my brave face
Like fuck the haters
Lately I'm such a sad case
I might actually fuck the haters

You can call me what you want
I wish you'd call me who you want
I wish you'd call me
But I'm just stalling

Because I know the way time flows
And I can't go where I don't know

If I'm stuck in this spot
Why is my heart running
Don't give a fuck about me but
You're still deadly stunning

So my feet stay planted
Though my knees like dammit
Go all jelly like sandwich
With every syllable a pill
      too hard to swallow
Can't crunch the numbers
'Tween me and you, so hard to follow
And you're so smooth
Tell me the truth
Is this your last gambit?

You can call me what you want
I wish you'd call me who you want
I wish you'd call me
Shit I'm done stalling

Bad News

All your friends tell you that I'm bad news

And all your friends tell me that you are too

Maybe it's whenever we're together

But I've never ever ever had a friend like you

And friends aren't friends

If friendship ends

When it comes to some bad news

Caption

for every abandoned and lonely soul 
there's a former friend who felt it was their time to go
and the hurt you hold will still hurt the most 
left in the cold by those you used to hold so close

A Damn Pun

I'm a cliche
'Cause folks like me happen
But you don't get what it's like
To be me

I'm overdrawn
Exagerated
Uncharacteristically
Caricatured

I'm a flawed fake
Foolishly flaunting
A flimsy fixation
Fallaciously facetious

I'm kitschy knick-knacks
Worn dull by dispassionate misuse  
Like the mug you use
When your favorite's cracked

I'm so full of shit
I brought back the black plague
In those who walk the streets
Of my recourse

I love so many people
Who no longer act like I exist
So does that make me
A deity
Or just
Idle?

Not the Same Thing

He kept bringing up the money
All he deserved that they kept taking
He thought it kinda funny
I still believed in a world worth making
And any law that kept him
Safe from the needs of many
Till a colder wind had swept in
Reassuring me he earned his plenty
And he’s not racist
He just needs to draw the line somewhere
And he’s not selfish
He just cares so much that nobody cares

And it's not the same thing
And it's not okay to say
And we've heard everything
And we're not repeating your mistakes

Another hour and a half in
He starts complaining about immigrants
Tries to explain the situation
Automatically assumes I'll agree with him
But I can't take it
Another second of this xenophobic hate
And if I don't say shit
Does it mean that he just gets away

Exit Strategies

We follow laughter with slaughter

Is this maturity?

I'll cut my own legs to bleeding
Pleading for an answer
A thought
A breath

We follow laughter with slaughter