I wouldn’t say no to naked pictures from you.
See, I’m over here worrin’ about bein’ unemployed,
Watchin’ my sister walk with cane at 17,
–Readin’ obituaries with gusto, hopin’ for teen car-crashes
–Because she’s gonna have to have someone die to stop her pain,
–‘n even that ain’t gonna be permanent.
Worryin’ I’m bein’ some sort of bad example for my brother
–I know he’s sad, but it ain’t–ain’t–ain’t worth it,
–I know he deserves more than that.
–And it’s heartbreaking that he doesn’t know that.
‘n I’m still not in therapy,
–I’ve internalized my auditory hallucination,
–And now I’ve got this mean ass fucker yellin’ at me from inside my head
–And it ain’t hard to believe he writes better than me.
So no, I wouldn’t mind some naked pictures from you.
If you’re legal ‘n horny,
I’m open to distraction.
‘n I ain’t so against bein’ used either.
Just don’t expect any money.
All I’ve got is a few pretty and a shit-ton of ugly words,
But I’ll slather you in them.
As long as you can understand my desire to escape,
to indulge in a little fantasy.
