There’s red paint slabbed on the kitchen faucet
From you trying to cover your scars
And the cliché drains from your arms like a 15 year old goth girl’s story
I’ve read those lines so many times, so many ways, so many lives before


And your misery fogs up the kitchen windows
Little beads like blood and sweat drip down the dirty glass
Four more weeks, in four more cities
They’ve let you down this time, no more


I don’t envy your assertion to failure
Dried ruby red tulips lining linoleum dressed countertops
And your vivid fantasies of cherry oak caskets
Of preachers and well embellished eulogies


It’s such a dirty kitchen

Such a dirty boy

Such a dirty dirty kitchen


And so this is how you’ll really be remembered
A million failed attempts
Coughing up sleeping pills and vomit on an un-swept checkered floor


And you’ll see so much glory in your live journal suicide notes
Romanticizing it like a pop song

 
But after six or so failed attempts, we’ve stopped listening you know
I’ve heard that story so many times, so many ways, so many lives before


Tapping slowly on broken keys, broken wrists
You mean it this time
Yeah, you mean it this time


And so this is how you’ll be remembered
When the neighbors call in about the smell


Rotting away on your kitchen floor


And there’s red pain drizzled over the kitchen faucet
From trying to cover your scars
And the cliché has drained from your arms like a 15 year old cry for attention
But you made it this time


you made it this time


So here’s your fucking eulogy
Written on your kitchen walls


Such a dirty dirty kitchen

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