I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I thought that I would be feeling great at this time and point in my life.
Graduation is only 2 weeks away, but I can't be happy.
I can never be happy.


/vanish.

Hold on, you're so fucked up, you're so fickle
It's this what you want? So simple, so single

...

Hold on please don't leave yet
I can't go home alone
It doesn't go over so well
So hold on, just a little longer
At least through the night
At least till the morning
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

...

Get me the fuck out of here

Diet.
Drinking.
Computer.
Caffeine.

Fruit Stripe gum
pretzel rods
and the chain link fence.

I remember when your uncle's girlfriend died.
I remember their pink and blue lounge chairs.

If I should fall from grace with God

A crow is perched up on the street light.
And I'll rove.
The train shakes the bridge
And the detached leaves turn to dust.
And I'll go.

The final few pages,
of the last chapter,
of an interminably, wordy book.

If you're still prone
To accidents
And misunderstandings
You won't understand me
Or my motivation
For being alone.