you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you
you’re buttercup curves and you’re polyester button-eyes
and if the people you love look away for one minute
you’re probably gonna cry
’cause there’s a hole in your heart
where portraits of strangers and thrift-store trinkets used to be
but now it’s all just
minimalist aesthetics
and the end of an era
sprawled out like a carcass on a suburban road
and now, please just say
you didn’t mean it
when you said i could improve i mean
i mean i failed you completely
i am a wretched, awful human being
and i don’t know what i did
but you hung up halfway through my sentence
probably just hit the button by accident;
doesn’t matter
you probably hate me
wanna bury me alive
and i’m spinning out onto the road
the breaks cut out
and the engine’s given up the ghost
i’m whispering promises i’ll never keep into my phone
i’m sorry i’m not perfect
i’m sorry i am sharp around the edges
i’m jealous, and selfish
i’m sorry, a million times
but please don’t hate me
please don’t crush my eggshell skull
’cause i don’t think i’ll survive