cyanide
by my side
please don't ever
leave my mind.

what a chore
just the sight
where would I ever
hide my pride

please just let
me meet my wife
what better way
to hide in plain sight

inside the walls
in plain sight
(of my mind)
please just let me
let me hide inside

I'll fall through the cracks
hide in the dark
watch myself
cut out your wife

can't decide
who to hate
who to let cut back
your smile

I wouldn't put it
put it completely out of question
that I've been the worst thing
of your damn life.

good hair day
bad head day

i don't feel particularly happy
i don't feel particularly sad

i'm like a paragraph that doesn't flow with the next one
something in dire need of revision.

in remission
my love is in transmission
failed
not to be  confused with precision
that doesn't plan to stay

I don't plan to stay
very long
I sometimes think about my eulogy
and what people will stay

I sometimes think about what people are saying about me
I sometimes imagine my name in conversations
that don't concern me

I sometimes regard myself as important
though I would never award me anything at all.