cotton preshrunk displays games we play.
colors run and colors fade.
i can't pick a side to pick a fight on.
it's more of me than i am of it.
i can't win. i can't win. i can't win.
i can't win. i can't win. now my tongue has tangled me toothless. and we don't have a thought between us. in this one light room in this neon museum the walls itch in closer. i remember every conversation (i remember everything) i forgot to have. starchy retort scripted questions i never cared to ask about. starchy product scripted people i never asked to care about. i can't win. my skin was shrinking when she told me don't worry honey. you can't look at the sky without looking right through it.
