Come

I bring it back
with a beck and a call,
a little welcoming wave.

Come bring your bruises,
sap away the energy,
absorb all the light
dancing on my face.

Somehow I need it
constantly
to suck away,
to make me come,
to make me feel,
even if it's just nothing.

Walking in circles,
I always come back to it,
I can't ever leave.
You know how you make me
want it,
you know how I crave it
on a happy sunny day,
on a cloudy day,
on any day of the week
that ends in a 'y.'

It comes out of nowhere.
I am sitting and it shows,
I am sleeping and I see it,
I am begging and it's alive.

Take it away,
I am an addict
for this poison--

I taste its sugar,
I curl my tongue
around the flavor,
I can't go away,
I can only come crawling.

It's in my mind,
and all I can do
is chant
worthless,
evil,
ugly
bitch.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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