Can you see your reflection?
Or is the water too dark?
I suspect that it’s too late to tell
Because I haven’t cared for way too long
I was your pack mule
I had the chance to change this lineup
I never seemed to have you
Like a Disney movie romantic dream
It just never ended with anyone smiling

Sharpen your knife
I wanna see if you can follow through
With your threats and screams
I won’t let it come to an end
Sharpen your knife
And let’s see if I can open your eyes

I don’t believe in the words you say
I hate this person I am
With my stretched out atonement
I keep forgiving myself
I am my own priest it seems
Slit my throat and call my even
This angular face and body
Will hold strong if I let it be so
Absentee lovers with insubordinate intentions
Post modern poetry wrapped like a present
Open for interpretation as they say
Somewhere between my skin and my soul
I stopped caring for her and her problems

Flipside of the understatement poetry
You lost my respect my dear
I can’t imagine when you lost your own
We watched my skin graft schoolmates leave
They went onto something better
And I just wallowed in a state of lost lucidity

Fortune tellers shake their heads
Now that every avenue is exhausted
I am lost now I am lost
I am the uninvited dinner guest
Because I am lost in the company of men
Beat my brains with a baseball bat
Keep going until my hallucinations are my reality