what a waste of time
all in the name of preservation
one meaningless roundabout conversation
after another
amounting to the aloofness
of a bored lover
i'm through with you
my weapon of choice is apathy
i know it kills you to pretend as well
i entertain myself with violent thoughts of you
so help me god if i neglect to evolve
i know i'm wrong
you're no god and shame on me for assuming otherwise
you're no flesh
you're no blood
my bad luck charm you're no good
