be my professional decision maker
turn this life around
pick the point where i should turn
run it into the ground
i cry all the time
in every way
but your cries make me ill
same fucking thing
day after day
wake up
light up
walk away
please decide which piece is next
which filthy, sandaled step
or choose the wild card deposit
your depraved throbbing bail
cravings
never stop
red ink
always clots
