We Live in Spite
He smokes, he says,
because we live in a city
where you smoke a
pack a day, just by
breathing in the air.
I can quit whenever,
whenever I ******** want,
he swears,
and your a goddamn hypocrite
and I wish you didn't care.
This is were we live:
Prozac Nation, Pillbox Planet.
Junkie boys and Junkie girls
of scars and lies
go away, leave broken lives.
Come back, come back,
come home to me.
You're bad for me because,
he says,
you make me want to live,
and we cannot afford to hope
that this world has something left to give.
It's not so dire. I any case,
the inconvenient truth is easily,
from my thoughts, erased,
and you would rather flirt or plot,
than give a s**t
or spare a thought.
I live your you, he whispers.
I'd die for you, my dear.
Yet more and more I wonder
if this love is more
Heathcliff than Prince Lir.
Junkie boy, don't think that
all compulsions are disasters.
Our relationship is toxic, yes,
more than a little wrong
but junkie boy I've wanted you,
wanted you so long.
He smokes, he says,
because we live in a city
where you smoke a
pack a day, just by
breathing in the air.
I can quit whenever,
whenever I ******** want,
he swears,
and your a goddamn hypocrite
and I wish you didn't care.
This is were we live:
Prozac Nation, Pillbox Planet.
Junkie boys and Junkie girls
of scars and lies
go away, leave broken lives.
Come back, come back,
come home to me.
You're bad for me because,
he says,
you make me want to live,
and we cannot afford to hope
that this world has something left to give.
It's not so dire. I any case,
the inconvenient truth is easily,
from my thoughts, erased,
and you would rather flirt or plot,
than give a s**t
or spare a thought.
I live your you, he whispers.
I'd die for you, my dear.
Yet more and more I wonder
if this love is more
Heathcliff than Prince Lir.
Junkie boy, don't think that
all compulsions are disasters.
Our relationship is toxic, yes,
more than a little wrong
but junkie boy I've wanted you,
wanted you so long.
