And I'd still be wanting to impose myself by listening and imagining myself dying to this guy
Too drunk, a whore and the only fucking piece of shit in the world who he hopes is killed
I'm thinking -- I hope I find a person like that, nobody in my life is like that
And I say this because I'm not viewing him as a person, because he could be going through a literal life or death situation
Dual formalities that barely breach the surface of understanding and are unfazed
I have a muzzle that's taped on, hardly capable of remaining still on the jaw and swings
And it irritates the skin each time it hits the flesh like an unchecked box, but that's the mind at work too
There's a loud man in the streets yelling over his phone about another, so I'm standing by the window just beside the gap in the curtains and listening to him yell and call the reciever a bitch and piece of shit