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 tiredyou 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 holdwilll 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