take a hint
i don’t want it.
take a hit bitch
and stop cowering like a dummy
the one with the cross-marks on his eyes
don’t make me compromise
my sanity.
the ones with the hit marks on her thighs
don’t make me, please don’t make me
hit you.
stop taking it down
like a little magazine
stop pretending to be a limousine
in a magazine
stop it.
you make no sense
you sound like a mouse
you sound like a house
that lost it’s presence
like a Christmas void of presents
take a hint
i don’t want it.
take a hit bitch
and stop cowering like a dummy
the one with the cross-marks on his eyes
don’t make me compromise
my sanity.
the ones with the hit marks on her thighs
don’t make me, please don’t make me
hit you.
stop grabbing on leather
like a carseat
stop bargaining heather
like a barkeep
stop it.
you make no sense
you sound like a louse
you sound like a blouse
that’s lost it’s meaning
as a shirt full of presence.
