i am one greasy pig
i can not seem to think
i have nothing better
to do but sit down here
and bend like i’m breaking
bend like i’m ruled
i’ll bend like a screw
after one fucking turn with you
burn like it was meant to be lit on ice
i got six of them waiting
behind the alley like a mouse
quiet as a mouse
i will hold
i will roam
i will show you one day
i am the most i can be
let me see
one reason not to
picture you behind me
one branch down breaking
my family tree
sold for kindling
everyone off on their own
where is my beginning