So I Blocked Your Call

And there would be
a special place
in hell for me
if hell was real

I'm sorry god
you never got
your justice
hows it feel

and even if
I wasn't a piece of
shit on purpose
I'd still be

a relatively bad
person
because

because
of where, and how I live

though I complain I'll deserve
exactly what I'll get

Don't come to
this address again
don't call this number,
don't call me your friend

all I wanna do is
spend the day alone
caffeinating myself
into oblivion

At least until the bees die
after which there won't be
means or reason to be alive

what's it mean,
to be alive



Credits
Writer(s): Craig T Weaver, Hunter O Ford
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