No stories
I’ve been in my palms recently
Because they’re all written but give me a second
I shouldn’t have talked
Wouldn’t want to turn anybody off
So here I go walking again
Self righteous sure
I don’t want to criticize
Let me just say I bruise easy
I have all this weight on my shoulders
Pathetic the father
Pathetic the son
Pathetic the ghost
I want to choke on my throw up when I’m hurt
Wasted your time throwing that rock
It hit me square but who feels worse now
I am the labyrinth wall
So I’ll take a deep dive for Jodie Foster
I’d rather not be lukewarm with her
I say this but I shouldn’t talk
Wouldn’t want to turn anybody off
Walk talk walk