Lying on the hard floor,
A f*cked up pudding with a cherry on top
Starbust Fridays and ice cream Sundays
melt into a pool of resentment and vomit.
Christmas is changed.
Let’s decorate the tree with your guilt,
Fill my stocking with your lies,
Lucky I got a big one this year.
Let’s stuff the turkey with the betrayal I feel that
could conceive me
and yet misconceive me
I WANTED THE IPOD TOUCH