Lately everybody has been screaming about nothing
While I have been thinking about something
I write too much
And say too little
But maybe my words were just meant for paper
Lately it feels like my only friends
Are my colorful pens
Lately it seems like relationships are just dead ends
That die as fast as well spent weekends
I hang on like a loose tooth
That doesn’t believe that the tooth fairy afterlife is the truth
I feel like I stick around like an old cold
That’s got a gnarly hold
And I tell myself to
Put down the needle
Put down the thread
And stop sowing this tangled web
But I've got spiders in my hair
Arachnids are everywhere
I'm cursed
But I will wait
Until you become my prey
Someday