Fucking superman life fake candy land all plastic cracking waiting for time just goes on and on never betters only wrong and clouds drifting time sifting mind untying ethics in me losing faith and gaining hate left the ones I leave to late and all this to show I’m still someone I don’t even know without the chance to drift, without a glance to shift-sideways mumbles shady shadowing eyes blah blah blah jumbled out of those lips lies like the sense you make shaking breaking and taking me, just say what you need, just say what you need for whatever fucking purpose—boils down to yourself and whatever makes you feel satiated expect me to be what? Sedated? I could mind fuck all of you, but instead I mind fuck myself because it’s all wrong, nothing is right spaced out dotted lines on the road take flight might graze the skin of the woman I’m in—leave the scratch scrape blister, mister I’m the one I’m with