(D: ya knocked the CASKET over, for chrissakes!
R: i was just leanin' on it, it was an accident!
D: oh, like somebody knocks a casket over on purpose?!
R: so the casket fell over. it wasn't a big deal!
D: her fuckin' BODY fell out!!!
R: they'll put her back in. it's not like it matters if she breaks
Something...)
Cleaning up mack's vomit on the floor,
I don't know if i can get drunk like this anymore
Cuz i'm so tired of choking on
Cigarette smoke at 3 am.
It's okay cuz i'm dying for a war--
I haven't hurt anyone for months
And i need it more than i ever have.
I hate the way you look at me like i'm guilty.
I regret every single thing she felt for me.
Cleaning up piles of my dirty clothes
Feels like so much work
And i cant be bothered to be hurt,
So i hide under my sheets at night
Praying to nothing it'll be alright.
