She’s pretty and I’m lonely
until I know I’m not good enough
I know how this goes,
I’ll leave another one behind
I think I’m riding it out
and she’s got room for another fuck up
so I stay, I think I’ll just stay
Don’t think she knows my name,
but I swallow hers like hard candy
and hold it in my throat
while she sneaks a smile
I think I’m the earth’s core
lower than dirt,
burn everybody out
but she doesn’t see
she’s above me
a hangover for my mistakes,
the way I waste this space
she wakes up like the
smell of coffee
and I’m glad.
The art of spilling over 