lies, they're all fucking lies
so why do i want to believe them so badly?
they slide off your tongue and down my throat
so fluidly and skillfully that you'd think
you'd been doing it for years,
and you have - seventeen in fact
you know no one really cares
and you slip into this cocoon
of self-worthlessness and even
though you try to make something
good out of it, we both know
you're not helping anyone
you used to spit sparks
and they'd set fire
to my eyes but lately
the only times
you speak,
it's to tell me
you've found a
new fascination with the ocean
and oh god, are my eyes drowning