One Hour Radius

You hang your records

All your records on the wall

Just to stare

You never play them

You never give them a spin at all

You just let them collect dust

And while I think that’s awfully silly

My bones are stern and tough

Not a single one is serious
And that’s my fault

As it always is

You keep our notes in a box

A box containing our notes

The ones from senior year

Along with the CD that I burned for you

But you never played it

Not even once

But that’s OK because that CD that I burned it kinda sucked

And that’s my faultI don’t belong here

I don’t bеlong within an hour radius of this place

Warped within a cavity

Bearing guilt to еven breath

I don’t belong here

I don’t belong within an hour radius of this placeWhy do I get so nervous?

Why do I fall behind?

My bloody hands gripping thorns that linger in my sides

On the cafe bench

You looked at me discrete

You bought me all that food

But I couldn’t find the stomach to eatAnd that’s my fault

As it always is

Could you please refrain?

Could you maybe not

Tell your friends you had any single part of anything I’ve created?

I’d watch with glee as you’re castrated

(On fire, cremated!)

You can burn you dirty liar

You’re fucking dead to meI don’t belong here

I don’t belong within an hour radius of this place

Girlfriends and friends who use me

Wouldn’t dare to spin me around and say a thing to my face

I don’t belong here

A little queer and a whole lot of lonely

12 shots of Everclear

If he was dead curled inside his bed

Would you respect his name?