4:06 p.m. - 2008-03-06
old age
Sitting on my ass
I’m accruing
Late fees and cellulite
I try to appeal to my mother
She’s smiling
And high
And can’t hear me
What kind of legacy have I left behind
I was baptized in your belly
Now I see it’s full
Where am I now
Lost with an iv telling me to sleep it off
Sleep what off
I waste a lot of time wondering if I’m a loser
I get mail addressed to someone
I cant remember, she’s not me
Her memories
Her smell
Her laugh
I borrow
This year
I’ve aged
It's all over my face
Can you tell?
