nate hates hate
but let him fumigate
he’s not the one
to be the dumb one
he’s not the baby
that you can maybe
fry your head on–
jesus’s spoon.
don’t come for me
come for me
not even
comfort me
not even
don’t belong to me
belong to me
believe in me
not even
i’m nate
and i hate love.
so i’m alyssa
and i love you
i enjoy this month
but it’s above me
i have a few things
i want to say
but all of that will go away
you can’t save me
you can’t come for me
you can’t make this go away
you can only love me
and stalk me
and hope love will find a way.
you smell nice
you are nice
but a dick to everyone else
so don’t come for him
my dad’s hot son
or my grandpa’s hot son
either way he’s a hot son.
a hot sun.
nate.
follow him you will
down to the next hill
and then he’ll hike up the mountain
to trek me
and then you’ll see
that such great heights
are waiting for thee.
don’t come for me
come for me
not even
comfort me
not even
don’t belong to me
belong to me
believe in me
not even
remember? you get psychic when you’re fucking me.
(we wrote this in the 80’s when we were dating)
