Chase me a time or two for good measure and fairness in all of the ways that manifestations present
themselves to fools
and I will almost never not
oblige my own lies.
I’m not perfect.
I’ve been fucking up other people’s existences against my own will ever since nineteen seventy five.
You don’t know how it feels to me because I don’t even know what I’m feeling.
The worst sentence is “That’s supposed to be”
A little bit seems like enough when you don’t know any better or pretend not to.
As much as I resist it
We are the dumbest people who ever existed
When we’re together.
I wish I was perfect.
But I was never supposed to be here in the first place…
so chase me.
It’s not my fault I loved you.