poke

Poke at my
Iris, why cant
I cry about this?
Maybe there is something that you know that
I dont?We adopt a brand new language
Communicate through pursed lips
And you try not to put on any ***y clothes or graces
I might never catch a mouse and present it in my mouth
To make you feel youre with someone
Who deserves to be with you
But theres one thing weve got going
And its the only thing worth knowing
Its got lots to do with magnets and the pull of the moon
Why wont our love keel over as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing and then bury it in snow
Or should we kick its cunt in and watch as it dies from bleeding?
If you dont want to be with me just say and
I will goWe can change our partners, this is a progressive dance
But remember it was me who dragged you up to the sweaty floor
Well, this has been a real
Ive got shin splints and a stitch from ****
But like a drunken night, its the best bits that are colored in
Should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those
If someone took a picture of us now theyd need to be told
That we had ever clung on tight and maybe not with arms at night
Id say she was his sister but she doesnt have his nose
And now were unrelated and rid of all the **** we hated
But I hate when
I feel like this and
I never hated you