Down

ok, yeah.
here we are.
i remember this place.
didn't think i was gonna see it again
should have known though
if there's one thing i'm good at
it's being wrong.

so hey, it's alright now.
i'm comfortable here, know all the dark corners
good for hiding
good for watching
without being seen.

i know how to make the lights shine
so fucking bright you ain't ever seen light like this
i'll knock your eyes out, hit you right square with mine and you'll never know
i'm back here in the black parts
rotting.

candy and rotting fruit smell almost the same.
you think you know what you're getting
but you can't be sure
now can you?

it is never.
fucking.
enough.

so hey loves, here's a thought-
quit pretending, ok?
quit with the perfect and the always and all the other words
we throw out into the air
with grand hopes of catching
on the way back
and just be real ok?
just say it-

you are not enough.
i'd say it to you
but i could never mean it
and i'm too goddamned tired
to lie.