Sliding scale for appetite
I’ve eaten too much drama these fragile nights
My head bangs in each direction from the heat
Of bone-crushingly forceful lack of identity

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you
Let’s say that a bit louder
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you
I’m sorry you wouldn’t let me help you
I am frozen in a world of memory
But you are like.. but she is like
But she is a he and I’m pretty sure I’ve had to pee
For practically three solid hours
But fuck! Here’s to the liqueur
Because love is dandy but this is quicker
A quicker path to the core of the situation
Which lies within a thorny bed of half-truths

I’m sorry, but will you believe I tried?
Will you believe that in ways this is more to me then a ride?
But it is not romantic, that’s not who I am anymore
I’m selfless for certain but still a whore
And you can curse me for the vexes I throw to myself
But that will only cement this thought pattern in and of itself

So I have been trying to do too many things, believe you me
But I can’t drown your doubts while creating a lifeboat of my insecurities
I’ve done this dance for far too long, too many hours
With an obsession ringing, do I use him or her?
Tell me your pronoun and I’ll try my best to remember
But how much sanctity can one find in a whore?
I’ll remember through the draining pull of too much booze
But please forgive me if I forget which one to use.

I’ve been trying so damn long
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you
And once again I say it louder
I’ve been trying so damn long
I’m sorry I couldn’t help you
I will try to stop apologizing this much
But old habits die-hard and this one has a punch
I’m sorry for saying sorry, I’m getting choked on my words
And I feel bad that all of this helping made me feel good

 
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