why don’t you listen
he must be a money factory
or some kind of happy machine
some kind of maximum pleasure
or else I know you wouldn’t
I know you wouldn’t follow
tail blindly behind
don’t be a symbiotic girl
straining to hear
that which you need to
here’s my number
come hither
why do you bother
making me feel necessary
is there a sympathetic kindness to you
are you more than a sore stitch
in my past’s side
are you the whole reason
I am reliving everything
you must be a drug relic
and I must be relapsing
