crazy angry

she’s getting ‘city girl’ on me at a quarter till 3 in the morning

i’m mourning immortality rates and for caged birds singing

your songs back to you like trading twos

every time you scream, tears start forming in my belly

of the beast

now i’m pinnochio playing jonah 

every time i cry my nose shrinks

waiting patiently as can be to come tumbling 

out of the whale’s blow hole 

is playing a bit too loudly from your stereo

as i listen to you drink while wondering 

what kurt cobain was thinking before his gun put him to sleep 

with me? 

i’m no good at fighting (audibly) let’s just have sex

crazy angry