I can't believe it's not butter, spray

I couldn't understand the compatibility between an intellectual and an idiot,
but responsibility changes your whole mentality.
And I'll wake up tomorrow and realize I've got my whole life to live
or maybe I won't

I'll sleep out in the doghouse as long as you're not there
It'll give me some time to think, about how this place could really use some curtains
so people won't see you walking around naked in the morning.

Even though you don't care,
even though our incompatibilities will always run rampant upon the peace

Something still holds me to you
I'll always come home, even if I've had the option to leave for forever

but once I'm home, I'll hate it

The fridge light burns my eyes,
it's close to empty, just like my box of patience

Maybe I'll just leave
Just walk out that door right now

And leave you with your doubts

But you look so good laying in that bed,
Reading a book you couldn't care about

Skin so tight around those bones
So real and yet so fake

But if you don't care, then I don't care

So I'll listen to you moan
Before I sleep
Sweetest lullaby for my instincts
Even if I know that's fake too.

November

Some One: I'm sorry for my recent absence. I've been intwined in a lot of work. Struggling to find the time for blog posts. A goal is set to have my book published by mid-next year. I'll update when it's ready for pre-order.

november

sort of feels a bit emptier
since they buried you

it seems like just yesterday
i was standing in your living room
listening to you talk to me about your life
and how great it is

or was
just goes to show you
that life in

november

isnt the same as death in december.