yeah my hands are shakin'

make a bunch of excuses
up
and pour out
of your insides
inside out
you are
i am
invisible
to your heart right now
want to make me
make you disappear forever?
well you're doing a fine job so far
on your own
make up some lies
cover up some tracks
in your head it makes up for
all that lacks
but the cloud your head is stuck in
is too thick
you can hardly see
the real world through
you don't know how it feels to be handed
a bunch of bullshit on a platter
time and time again
cause my feelings to you don't matter
you show it
and show it
time and time
and time
again
soon you won't be somebody to me
soon you won't even be somebody that once was
you're making me make you into nothing
you're making me erase you from my brain
for good
the only way for me
to stay sane
to stay somewhat sane
after the fucked up shit you put me through
after all the bullshit that makes up you
clean up
wash away
take out the trash
disinfect
the parts you  infected
affected
effected 
  i got no more room
to house
a life sucker
little fucker like you

i piss you goodbye
and watch as i flush you down
where you belong

 

box # 2 will have to do - the serial ways of my ex

the people you know and the people who know you
most have reason to hate you
the few who forgive what you do
and the one or two who don't care
the three boxes you put people in

note to his current fuck (of the week? of the day? ha):
no matter how special he seems
no matter how special he seems to make you feel
you are not special and sooner or later you will end up in one of the three boxed listed above. whether you like it or not- whether you want it or not. it is not up to you. you have no say in this. you will be put inside one of his boxes just like all the rest. be prepared for it. get use to it now. or don't believe me and find out for yourself when it's already too late.