Sour pie
I won’t eat for you
And I won’t sleep for you
And I can’t trust you-
And I’m so tiredyou won’t fight
I’m too heavy and you’re too light
The truth be told — that you fit the mold
For the hate I holdwilll knock you over
Burn up your face
And I take over this hurtful place
Dad and i
The creep embodied-
Behind shifty eyes
Treats much discomfort
With your petty lies
So I’ll just sit here and take up space
Just reassure me it’s a hurtful place
Dad and i