I feel you tasting me, but I wear it with dignity.
I feel you tasting me up to my eyes.
On my skin, I can smell the saliva of shitheads.
It stains yellow and smells like dog food.
I need a place to puke.
A way to fall out of my skin.
I just don't have enough skin.
I need to fight you back.
I need to feel okay.
I need someone to put me away.
Jesus Christ, I hope you swallow your tongue.
I hope you swallow your tongue.