Isn’t it messed up
How I’ll never forget the way
you forgot about me?
Isn’t it terrible that
Every time I see your face,
All I can imagine is
you saying your last words to me?
You never cared enough to say hello,
Yet you always found time to say your goodbyes.
How come the person that I cant forget
is the one that has always allowed me to be
Why does this carry a masochistic allure?
Why do I keep carrying the pills in my pocket,
the liquor under my sleeves,
the knife inside my pocket?
Why do I drink up every word you say
like breathing in cigarette smoke?
You’re killing me from the inside out-