how’d i end up here to begin with?
i don’t know
why do i start what i can’t finish?
oh, please don’t barrage me
with the questions
to all those ugly answers.
my ego’s like my stomache,
it keeps shitting what i feed it.
maybe i don’t want to finish anything anymore.
maybe i can wait in bed ‘til she comes home
and whispers,
“you’re in my web now,
I’ve come to wrap you up tight
‘til it’s time to bite down”
