i know you're just the messenger
but i will kill you anyway
i have no
sympathy for those who won't take the blame for the hurtful things they say, i will run away
to a place where bagels don't cost ten motherfuckin' 50
how do they get away with that when the most i ever get away with is a glimpse
of your back
and the repeating thought:
"please don't turn around, please don't turn around"
oooo little thing in the ozone, you will be found,
don't make a sound.
your fear is haunting me so
that its become my own
i wish you'd leave me alone.
i prefer the company of strangers on the train ride home, the anxiety
of the tunnels,
the anticipation of the bridge.
no amount of travel will condition this itch
so i collapse and sigh
bury my head in my hands
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