so i'm just a medicine
you take when you're sick
you get well and that's it
i'm put back

on the shelf in your (mirror/map?)
and it isn't exeptional
the course of our fate
cuz people love and they hate
and i guess
it's just all turned to hate.
yeah you were just some song i wrote
a poem on a page
a sculpture i made
out of clay -
desire was the flame.
but now you're more of a basketball
boys just pass you around
they bounce you hard on the ground
and dribble
then we all get high 5's.
and you think i'm an asshole now
well you're probably right
but at least i'm not blind to the fact
i've been wishing we're (live/alive/lies?).
but still i hope you get everything
that you care to possess
and unbelievable sex
with him
or any one of my friends.
but just don't ask about my appetite
i didn't lose it tonight
it's been gone half my life
it's just i
i've been eating for you.