When I hear airplanes overhead
all I can think about is winding up dead in some bombing
so I tell them to fuck off, so far
they’ve always listened to me,
or maybe not.
When I feel some strange sensation
I’m sure that it’s the start of the infestation
that’s gonna take my body apart piece by piece, a thousand
bugs living in my head.
When I hear some sharp noise right outside, I wonder
if I’m brave enough to die fighting.
And when I hear voices in my mind
well, sometimes they’re the ones Abraham heard
but usually not,
just “you forgot to call your boss back
now it’s too late.”
But none of that holds a candle to the fear
that you might leave me soon, my dear,
if you find out what a neurotic fuck you’re dating.


Talk back, yo. :)

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