#2

I wince and I wonder, I cringe and I pout
I’m heartsick but the doctor is out
I told you your eyes look like the stars
But people say stupid things in bars

I’m dragging my knuckles, my knees till they hurt
I’m wiping the blood on my shirt
I’m singing to the mirror alone
Pants at my ankles and ass in my throne

Call me a fake, call me a fool
Egg on my face, and blood in my stool
There’s nothing worse than waking up without
Knowing how you got there or how you’ll get out