"Please don't drive me home

I'd rather sleep here,

In the car

A backseat witness to


Constant wrong-doings

Using your mistakes like a


Made of trash and methane

Tucked in between layers of hydrochloric lust

My never-ending high,

My favorite bad trip

Just another addict to your love

With a

One-in-a-million chances of coming down


I'm your best friend,

Your best whore

The one you dare to throw around.

'And the sweetest thing is letting go.'"

9/30/2005 11:04pm