you got bullshit running down your lips.
(you bite off too much there,
boy?) looks like you're
choking, on your own volition.
what's it like to be so full of
shit, that it's coming up your throat?
I don't suppose it would matter if I told you,
that all my time with you was like
being waist deep in lukewarm water?
and I would rather hate myself in the morning,
then spend one more night sitting
in front of the television with you.