Whether it's fucking the attraction out of existence,
battling teenage pregnancy,
catching a cold from the inside of my soul,
praying cigarettes won't kill me,
wondering why we're so in denial when we know we're not happy here,
crying uncontrolably during Donnie Darko,
living in a very mad world,
having my head collapse,
or figuring out it's all just one big cycle,
I feel trapped.

Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
thaw, and resolve itself into dew.