TOO MUCH MOLDY PEACHES (in the best way) APRIL 15

you're a crystal meth character
and it's hard to be loyal to anybody except you.
i grinded up your words and now there's ashes under my nose
and i said no when you asked me if
this was a bad habit.

there are rings around my fingers
but not one is made of metal
and i've got rings under my eyes
but i'll say i've never felt better
and i've got ringing in my ears
but it just drowns out any silence
and the rings on every napkin, well,
they just want you to say sorry.

i forged your signature on my own love note
and you might be happy now i'm in a different boat.
but our dotted i's just looked so convincing
and i think we used my favorite pen

and it seemed like we chose some interesting paper
not just the squares you roll your cigarettes with
and this time we didn't make me pay for postage
although the mailman didn't have very far to go.

but i'm okay with that because i think the mailman was tired
or he might have run out of 'could not be delivered" stickers


i think i may have gone insane!

april 12

i put a seed in my back because i thought then you'd like me
it didn't work, but anybody could've told me that.

april 7 (out of order)

padlocks grip on much easier than they fall off
and keys are found much slower than they are lost
words will hit much faster then they are spoken out loud
and time bombs won't ever be the type to wait around.

i am (not) wrong.

april 10

i changed my clothes, washed my hair
and i've stopped wearing all of your jewelry
i could pick you out from behind in any crowd
but i'm so tired of staring at your back.
this repeated dialogue is getting tired
the words so close together, they form half moons under my eyes
if i could tell you anything i wouldn't
and i don't want you to detach me from whatever i'm hanging on to.

pleasedon'tcutmeinhalf.
because you know i couldn't stand anymore of that

april 6th

YOU'RE NOT THE PERSON I THOUGHT YOU WERE.

April 2

falling ladders have got me farther back then when i started
and rope burn has left me sitting at your feet
i need forewarning for the next time you empty the change from your pockets
because metal grates were never a good place to be

if the blacks of our eyes could stop dancing
i would love to let you see right through me
and i would string you an alphabet
and if the limbs of the clock could get distracted
maybe i could trust you and you might understand it
and maybe then i might have been able to handle it

if you decide to turn your head to the opposite side of the room
could you at least tell me i don't need to be glued to your hip?

let's make checkerboards with crossed legs
and we'll hang on handlebars like i hang on your words
if you could look me in the eye before you let go
because i'm telling you now i will not be the first

let me (back), let me (back), back inside your head
because i fell faster than i ever did.
take me (back), take me (back), back to your bed
i am completely sorry for everything i've ever said.