She threw the words at me
like a lazy accusation.
They’ve grown old and tired
but they still keep coming.

The new roof will cave in
and maybe my heart will too
but still the chorus will sing
of my failures as they stick
out their ankles to be sure to
trip me on their way offstage.
My own guilt about my shortcomings will always be more than enough and your attempts to make me feel badly are a solid waste of your time. But I know you’ll never shut up. You enjoy yourself with that. I hope it gives your sad little life some meaning.


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