Stuck Between Teeth
Read this part slowly, it’s full of little bones.
They snap underfoot, and they get caught in your throat, like,
Words you wanted to say, but couldn’t.
We all have a lot of crap like that, stored up inside us. We’re all liars by omission. We all store up all the best bits of ourselves for a tomorrow that never actually comes. We miss out on so much of what’s happening right now by caring so much more about what’s not really ever happening, not really ever at all.
Do you ever really happen at all?
I guess you do; I was watching you, out there on the dancefloor. Smiling at your friends and the cameraman, spilling your drinks down pretty people’s throats, and spilling yourself down the front of pretty people’s shirts.
She happens to me like a heart
ache attack. She attacks me like the lights going out.