always hated your pity
not like it gets me far!
i think i’m feeling ungrateful
without strangers i’d starve
online friends— being your star
bloom so bright— crashing your cars
threw my drink at that lady
start looking up or getting smart!
lost every penny—
93 dollars and down
book this flight to new york city—
backup plan just maybe drown
A.I. couldn’t take my job
but it sure could talk me out
i want that ****ing trash gone
might’ve been at peace by now
but if i wanted your pity
i would’ve already been gone
and when you go back to your city
does everything feel wrong?
if reincarnation is real
if i didn’t fall apart
if i got more than just hours
before my chin got dark
if i pretended some longer,
would it have got me more far?
to God i’m still making prayers
and not just when it’s getting dark
