I never could draw inside the lines
I never knew how to talk to people
I never cry at movies even when the dog dies
We've come so far
If you consider this wasteland progress
Let's open another champagne
Let's kiss the glory hole sunrise hello.
I never liked that thing you did
I never liked you.
Not everyone wants to smell like you
Everyone wants to be different
Very fucking special
Everyone wants to be me-
Right?
I rage.
I ruin.
It's great.
Make love to my memory
After I've painted the ceiling
Kinda like an original pollack
Except twice as stylish as that pussy Cobain
In any event, don't mind the mess.
Sell my things to the highest bidder
Erradicate Anton.
Nothing left but the brains and sick
Stuck defiantly on the ceiling fan.
Ever wonder what it smells like?
Have I crossed a line yet?
Pinched a nerve?
I hope I have.
Not that I really think you'll miss me.
You'll carry on, you'll roll on.
Only without me, and what loss is that really?
Unless maybe on some secret level you will miss
Reviling me.
I'll miss you hating me, my loves.
I'll miss that dry cut into my wrists
With each passing lie.
Only your scorn could keep me going-
Right down the path of ruin.
Lonely ruin and then-
Death.
I will never make sense in your world.
Shall I write it on the blackboard for you?
Or the walls?
Or the ceiling.
