There's a rat living in my house
He seems to have a name
And he seems to have a heart
There's a rat sweeping my pillows
He's been silently going on cruises
And silently coming back with bruises
I think he's been stealing dad's pills
Look at his eyes, they're not the same
Look at the weakened aspect of his skin
I think he's fighting his own mind
Notice his words, they don't make sense
And when he's home, he's never around
The rat will only destroy what feeds him
And everything that makes him feel seen
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
The things that please him are not legal
The things he wants are not what he needs
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
The rat divides his time between the sheets
And the Californian beach down the street
Watching the waves with ill-fated friends
The rat wants to fit inside their perspective
And he knows he's damned if they discover
All the other rats he's been fucking in secret
The rat will only destroy what feeds him
And everything that makes him feel seen
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
The things that please him are not legal
The things he wants are not what he needs
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
The rat once fell in love with a girl
But she said he's like an old house
She didn't want to be the one to restore him
And she traded the rat for a new building
And he traded his feelings for new victims
And now the rat has nowhere to be
The rat will only destroy what feeds him
And everything that makes him feel seen
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
The things that please him are not legal
The things he wants are not what he needs
Nothing is ever enough for the rat
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intimacy. | poetry
PoetryBe intimate to Pete. He has a lot to tell about his own self. Know his desires, his fears, his hopes and his dreams.
