I hope my sister's babies don't look up to me
for wearing tattered skinny jeans
and smoking too much weed
You can see my own role models
in my old prescription bottles
and my flagging self-esteem
And the rum and cokes I swallow
have been leaving me more hollow
No, I can't say what I mean
When the cancer
that I have asked for
but don't want anymore
catches up to me
I'll find God
and spit right in his eye
and beg him not to die
'cause I'm not ready
I've spent my years
on this merry-go-round
running from the sound
of everyone who loved me
trying to tell me that they love me
until I fell into the ground
I hate that I'm so hateful
I hate that I'm naïve
I hate the fucking cops
shooting people, planting rocks
even more than I hate me
The hard part
of knowing I belong
is knowing it won't be long
until I don't feel that way
But someday
I'll finally write a song
that makes up for the wrong
I did by living
And I'll name it after you
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