Monday, January 11, 2010

Everything is my fault

I’m so tired of everywhere
Oh, gross place, you have nothing to offer me
I’m flattered, but buildings aren’t my type

I’m so tired of everyone
including them and you
of those fakes around the corner

I’m so tired of everything
I have made questionable things
to them
to you
to me

Decadence is my fault
only mine.

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