There you are sitting with your dope throne
and telling me I don't know shit about your life
with your lights off and the bubbling of your idle bones
" I'm walking a different path to a real positive light"
you tell me and you tell me and you tell me while
you are planted on your ass
your friends are so cool, so cool, not like me
they understand the real you, the how you feel, you
tell me like I'm too fucking dim to really see
that they all the time gotta be loaded to just to be with you
you tell me and you tell me while
you ask me to leave
the world doesn't truly fuck you until you stop trying
like I owe you some kind of prize for being who you are
you look at your profile and you start crying
because you're just a fucking grain of sand, and not a shiny star
you tell me and you tell me while you
hold yourself hostage to the splinters
some day you will have to use a pint glass or a tire iron
or a novelty Disney pencil
to get
your point across,
or jump out of a window, or a moving mattress
to escape what you deserve
or let cops pull on your nipples
when you're in handcuffs
and not say a fucking word
you'll go to work where the boss
tells you to
get on the truck and
shut the fuck up
your hands will bleed
she'll laugh at your dick
you'll get ripped off
she'll try to cut you if you try
to put your dick in
someone else
In short
you will have to grow
up
and no one will love you
until you do.
