I’m picking myself up off of the bathroom floor where I felt love,
Feeling for anything I could replace with empty space,
I am trying hard not to focus on the absent parts,
But this dark mass in my chest just keeps me coming back for more
I’m gonna make my bed,
I’m gonna take the trash out,
I’m gonna make myself a coffee,
And I’m gonna leave this on the side of the road.
I’m not coming back to get you, I am gone.
I can see the way that it’s a thing that you just can’t explain.
Maybe I’m so numb that I need the pain, I need you.
I’ve lost hope that the seeds I’ve planted behind my eyes will ever see light enough that they could bloom.
Gasping, gurgling, clawing at the sides,
This punishment is self-defeating
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This is a damn fine release. It feels genuine; at times even emotional (in a good way). It's fun and witty while also being pissed off in all the right ways. It's political, critical, and nonconformist. Yet it still manages to feel original in an arguably oversaturated genre. Nicholas Whittemore