There is raw rage oozing from my body. It has a viscous consistency and no discernible smell.

[badplanmobile]

There is drama happening. I feel not like discussing it, but have a resulting song.

 Why do you have to kiss me
When I try to have a beer
Why do you have to hold me
When I want to disappear

I’ve never been the boy you think I am
The split lip could’ve helped you tell
And I’ll never be in love with any man
So don’t you start in with that hard sell

My skin is growing ragged
In the places where we touch
You’re getting heavy handed
You’re wanting me too much

I’ve never been the boy you think I am
The cracked hips might have tipped you off
And I’ll never be in love with any man
Whatever words you think you heard me cough

Why do you want inside me
There’s nothing there but dirt
What do you want inside me
There’s nothing there but hurt

I’ve never been the boy you think I am
The broken wrists should’ve been a clue
And I’ll never be in love with any man
If I could I still doubt it’d be you

Thought I told you
Thought I told you
Guess you couldn’t hear me around your cock
Sure I told you
Sure I told you
Still you’ve shoved your crowbar against my lock