I Think I'll Go Back There
Don't hate me 'coz I'm beautiful or love me 'coz I'm pitiful.
I don't think for a moment that you do.
Don't hate me when I criticize the quintessential curly fries.
You say they match her big brown eyes.
I say they don't -- fuck you.
And if you want you can peel my skin off.
I don't want my muscles bare,
But I hear they can be beautiful when they glisten in the air.
I never liked you. Never will.
But hey, who really cares.
I can still relive the imagery.
I think I'll go back there.
There's nothing in my spinal cord,
At least that cannot be ignored,
Or in my shoes and hair to name a few.
You tell me my page filled with verse
And conversations I rehearse are meaningless
And getting worse. Well, yeah, but so are you.
You've taken everything that I own now.
It may not seem like much,
But I have a rare disease destroying everything I touch.
I never liked you. Never will.
But hey, who really cares.
I can still relive the imagery.
I think I'll go back there.
