my words cannot express regret

im just eating my hand, when i think im thinking—when I talk—i've just been chewing my arm this whole time


it's a never ending circus...my love
my love
my babe
my love
my babe
my love
my babe
my love
my babe
my love
my babe—you see that?
i say it enough i can say whatever i want to you, i can shit on you

Like, ok, babe, come here...
sit here—no, just sit here
...oh, i just shit on you again...

no, no!  my calculations were off—
we just need to tweak it a bit...
cause Me and you are cute! and we're taking a trip to the La Brea tar pits where we bring our lunches, and when you show me your sandwich and say, "Here, take a bite!" my heart gets excited, and you don't realize it, because you're in grade school, but that was that most voracious bite I've ever taken. 

A neverending circus for me.






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