cig

Tell me you want to hear me shriek

Isn’t that the point of amusement parks?

And thats what you are

Because I ride you and you make me

Fucking sick and you cost more than 

You’re worth.

And I saw you and I waved but I did not

Think you’d come to me and scream

And yell, but I woke up and now

you’re only a story I tell-

A story I tell myself but there is 

No punch line as it lingers in my mind

Like a cigarette burning away in

Your mouth as you play the piano

and sing terribly and grasp your ammo 

and your own sanity but insanity suits 

you like your brown eyes and how

you smell like the flowers on

That one day in may where you 

Found me- a stray but it turns out

You’re the cigarette and

Im the ash tray.