The Second Time
You told me,
Get the fuck out of my house you bitch,
so I did.
The most unfortunate
thing about it was probably
that you were out of beer,
and it was Sunday.
You told me,
You know I�d never lay a hand on you.
I believe it�s true.
You suggested drugs
might make me feel better
about myself.
You told me,
Don�t be so hard on yourself.
We�ll keep you well supplied,
so I don�t have to.