Saturday Fucks Me - by Erik Smith
I have to purge this
into this burning manifest
dizzied again
paranoia returns
my unwelcome friend
the boots
the calls
incoming and outgoing
i'm taking a chance writing this
and i don't really care
i must excersize this shit
so bad that it's destroying
i'll throw it anywhere
trying to prevent the vision
of where we will tear
is she seeing someone
and not telling
why does she want me
to sleep so bad
how many secrets
has she had
and why don't i grow up
is she going with and where
to and with whom she says
is she sneaking calls
in or out
she doesn't have to
and i am a bastard
i wonder also
if reis wore the shoes
after worrying about
could she get in trouble
and wouldn't she
if those were worn
i want to ask
want to check around
the only fucking answer
this brain has found
and am i that stupid
do i think i really WONT
see the money again
shut up and be good
about not getting reese's shit
so they were out of it
believe it anyway
don't fuck this up
or i'll fuck you up
listen to me
erik you prick listen to me
be right
tonight
every night
or die
