6.2.09

Fix - Poem

My fingers have turned to stone
My head's done in and my heart feels thrown
Another night, another day spent all alone
I know you're not there, so why do I even look at the fucking phone?

I fill my lungs with stale air as you fill my mind with fiery lies
Staring at the marks on the floor, tracing them to the back of your door
I can't take it anymore
Are you a beast in disguise?

Give me a sign, give me a signal
Thinking about you, and honey you're an original

How the fuck am I supposed to know
Where to be, when to go?
You're a contradiction, almost an affliction

But babe, I'm sick of this shit
I'm taking your hit
Are you gonna tell me no?

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