i am sickened to the core. my insides stain the hardwood floor; left my keys hanging in the door. i don't know who i am anymore.
no wonder why you washed your sheets, and now i know where you got the bruises on your knees. don't bullshit me, i know where you sleep. your word is poison from a tongue that'll never be clean.
i never meant anything.
now i'm just a memory; i'm a catastrophe.
you never ended up wishing me well, i was just another trophy for your cobweb shelf. a spiffy little souvenir, just like everyone else. i saw him through your window from down the street, and you lied about it through your tea-stained teeth. you're dead to me.
it was just a fallacy.
just your sick, twisted fantasy.
attention coming to you with ease.
all these broken boys just begging to please.
you've sickened me to the core, puke caked to the god damned floor.
spoiled rotten, you've left me torn. i don't know who you are anymore.
the apple doesn't fall far from the tree; your fathers' daughter, there's no mistaking. miserable at best, you rip through my chest, just like you did the rest.
karma doesn't kiss and tell, it just hurts like hell.
you hurt like hell.
from past tense,
track released July 27, 2017
all credits go to anchorage.