Sour Pie





I won't eat for you

And i won't sleep for you

And i can't trust you-

And i'm so tired, you won't fight

I'm too heavy and you're 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 i'll just sit here and take up space

Just reassure me it's a hurtful place



Dad and I