Drag a chair across the floor.
Scratch your name into the wood above my door.
You really gave it your all, buy you're finishedhere.
You are finished here! I say to myself.
I color like a virus.
It's so fucking unhealthy.
Wrapped up so cozy I could easily go unaware.
When I open up I spill over and over and over.
My eyes burn like sores so I keep them closed whenever I can.