Nothing nice in there
I talk fast and you just stare
Nothing kind inside
I spit and snarl and writhe
The bomb explodes
Pieces of you
Pieces of me
High pressure crowd control
There is a reason
that it hurts like this
Lunch in the park
Ruined for us by nagging thoughts
That bug crawled in deep
It chirps and clicks
And limits sleep
A sense you’re called
Healthy thoughts
Sputter and stall
Out, in, and out again until
It pricks the skin
I bleed it out, let it go
You were tongue exposed
When you’re turned on
I won’t see you that thrilled
You catch a glimpse of my head
Of this sad fucked worked that it’s missed
A plume of smoke
Surrounds us both again
I watched you fall
Into the crowd
It limits me from everything
That I want to know
And when you’re gone
I won’t feel the same again
High pressure time bomb
Going off in my head
