Convince myself it’s not the way you act
forcing my heart to spring out its chest,
not at all why my mind’s gone caligo,
been Van Gogh in faux prior, only now
I grimace when I drive past your address,
sleep with the pill bottle next to my head.
forcing my heart to spring out its chest,
I grimace when I drive past your address,
sleep with the pill bottle next to my head.