Doing things for the sake of doing things for the sake of doing them.
Using bait to fish for the same compliments you were fishing for last summer.
Speaking to the same ignorant fucks who enjoyed fucking me over yesterday.
Spending time with her again because you feel obliged to make up the lost time.
Stealing glances from me in the same way you glanced at her ass.
Trying to grow from the seeds we planted for the good-of-the-whole tree.
Knowing they’re not yours you knew you’d know them soon.
Screwing the neighbours in your attempts to screw me, the neighbour.
Dividing your attention between us ladies, multiplying yourself equally.
Developing the energy and right to conquer the land I developed.
Marrying off your daughters to try to disengage your son.
Feeling real in the morning quickly turns to that reeling feel in your dreams.
Timing the bomb so that it forces you to come on time to set me off.
Pulling at the very same strings I shortened last time you pulled.
Giving me those eyes like I’m the bad guy – I’m not, you see.
Having to give everything in order to get everything you have.
Looking at yourself in the mirror looking at me who looks at you.
Strangling those friends who grip your neck to make you feel like you fit in.
Confusing the lines on my face with the lines I drew to confuse your face.
Grumbling to your mother who taught you how to grumble like a mother.
Jumping ahead of the rat race passing the rodent who put you there.
Running backwards to the fate you desperately ran from long ago.
Faking it because you just can’t help being real.
