i cant complain about the way that i was brought up, or the skin that stretches tight around my cheeks, or the way i get when you say that youre leaving me // i learn to accept the bullet in my brain, and i swallow pride and put the blame all on me, and my punctured lungs have ceased to allow me to breathe // and ill write your name down, maybe we'll catch up down the road when we run into each other at the grocery store // a fake hello, and a forced grin will tell me everything i need to know about how youve been // these hunger pains come from anything but hunger, won't tell you that its been like this for weeks, i swallowed whole the pill that you threw at me // i wouldnt call it lies because it wont hurt anything, because it wont hurt anything, itll hurt absolutely nothing but me, other than me