I chase my beer with someone else's beer. I don't go slow and steady. I walk through streets of downtowns I've never been too aching to get shitty. Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross. She asks me questions hoping to reach the sickness, easy, slow n' steady. I smile politely only offering and empty I'm soooo sorrrrry. Gross. I don't grow. I don't grow. I'm so gross. My desires are to be smothered 'til I can fall asleep. My desires are to pack my days so I don't have to think. Get me fuzzy, crush my body, slam my bones into the sea, gather remnants, build me better so I don't constantly breeeeaaaaak.