"We have not started" my silent thoughts will start to say when I should stop. What's a hole in my head when one more dent couldn't possibly be that bad. Into the carpet laying upon butts of cigarettes burnt filter deep, beneath tables weighed down with a burden of lonely beer cans floating in spilt foam. If by chance he rises from the bathroom floor before morning, he can have his covers back.-----> Her nappy dreds are a sign of boredom. A vegetarian, but she's makng 4 a.m. bacon runs to the store. Only the insomniac would play scrabble with the town idiot. And this time she can get away with making up words. Anything goes when sleep never comes.-----> If only he knew. If he knew about her and her, and how she's her girl. No meat, no bone. Goodnight. You'll fall asleep alone again tonight, and that's no my fault.-----> I go about this so wrong, but in the right way. Silently observing from this couch, silently thinking all my thoughts to myself. 'Cause I can slip into headphones and fall into music- "Just like your reality stops and truth breaks through." -----> What was I thinking? He's retarded, stupid, and the kind of annoying you want to pitch fork to Alaska and set fire to. He speaks, I cringe, his voice is making my insides burn. If I bite my tongue any harder I'll bite it off completely. Everytime he does the noise in the back of his throat I think I will start resorting to ripping vocal chords out. What was I thinking? His nasty fucked up stories- I think i'll vomit myself into oblivian.I can't stand his Rufio.-----> I can't wait to arrive home to normal, I can't wait to see his hick white trashed face out of my life and from a two state radius. His first impression is a misleading beer goggle experience (any girl that would touch, should be sterilized or maybe just throw themselves into a vat of bleach.) Why would she play scrabble with that?-----> And by light I'll pass out.----> wake 'n' bake