I woke up with an arcade in my head you walk around and press my buttons but you’re never puttin’ money in
and look i get it i also like "pretend" like if it’s fantasy, or comedy, or when you roleplay your labotomy
buuuut why do you insist that I knew about some fucked up shit that you didn’t even do when of course if i’d been in your shoes, you know DAMN-well honey I’d be embarrassed too with those insecurities you’ve latched on to--
the way you're always on the ground
and no one likes to crawl around
--that is, no one else but you.
Do you think you’ve tricked them too?
Or do you think it makes it easier to catch me holding money over your head? sorry, baby, try again.
And look I get it, as long as dad’s around, you’ll never be as shitty of a parent as that baby daddy sounds. but when you set the bar like that, and say “the children love their dad”, (they just haven't figured out why they shouldn't like him yet) but why would you consistently do the opposite of everything I’ve begged you to?
especially when I’d never tell you something wrong to do? you know your kids are more important than what others think of you?
but fuck it
how would you even know what it means to make decisions based on truth? or have a partner who actually would do anything for you and yeah, I guess that does mean “anything I want to do” but all I wanted was your kids to have their own bedrooms
pretending you’re enlightened, like you won’t ever be abused and then you’re desperately tellin' me your well-thought-out excuse for why
YOU'RE always on the ground
I guess you like to crawl around 🤷🏻
I guess we finally discovered the only difference between you and your brother is that you can wipe your own ass.
