Sour pie
I wont eat for you
And I wont sleep for you
And I cant trust you-
And Im so tired, you wont fight
Im too heavy and youre too light
The truth be told - that you fit the mold
For the hate I hold,willl knock you over,
Burn up your face
And I take over this hurtful place
Dad and i
The creep embodied-
Behind shifty eyes
Treats much discomfort
With your petty lies
So Ill just sit here and take up space
Just reassure me its a hurtful place
Dad and i
