27 December 2010

bad son


“It was nice to be with my family”
bad son
bad daughters sleep around but come home
that’s why I am a bad son
it was nice, it was nice
it was nice, people who
understood
you know, it was nice
not to have to try so much
it was nice to
be taken care of, to be
understood
which is the same as
not being
alone
with spite
these words
that’s why, again, I’m a bad son
for being selfish
a bad son
it was nice, it was nice
it was never nice


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