Drag a chair across the floor.Scratch your name into the wood above
My door.You really gave it your all, buy you're finishedhere.You are
Finished here! I say to myself.I color like a virus.It's so fucking
Unhealthy. Wrapped up so cozy I could easily go unaware.When I open
Up I spill over and over and over.My eyes burn like sores so I keep
Them closed whenever I can.