i know i'll never wake up 

in a good mood

or ready to greet the day

i'm always tired

and i'm always breathing

through pursed lips 

maybe it's timing 

that i eat everything in sight

and look to vacuum the bites 

maybe it's fate

that i only know alone 

and yet i wear your cologne 

maybe it's my fucked up bundle 

the knot that whispers 

put your hand into the fire - 

the breath that softly murmurs truth

you don't deserve me 

twists and turns 

carousels always burn 

before they churn 

just to create the yearn 

huh, 

how bout that? 

we can scorpion each other 

how does that sound? 

crushingly sweet annihilation 

hold my hand 

watch me 

then go