It's Now Summer, and I'm Not Doing Any Better

Oh, darling,
It's paste 11:11 and I forgot to make my wish,
My house is just sawdust,
and our last kiss.

I can't talk,
swallowed my tongue,
and these forgotten words
are slowly choking me.

Poison pumps through my veins,
with your smile,
little blue pills,
of endless days.

How I wish I could forget,
what my mother said,
to me. How I am worthless,
and useless.

But, you don't know,
punch the words out of my throat,
a wave of nausea,
and your tone.

Help me out of my rusty grave,
give me the words that I need,
pencil and paper,
just please don't leave me.

Childhood friend,
insolent lover,
right hand man,
and brother.

The night just ends,
and we part,
now my dear friend,
we must depart.