So pack your bags we re going on a guilt trip. You re not so innocent, but don t tell me. Your new voice has got that tinge of bitterness. The ghosts of hope have vanished. Don t tell me that you ve changed. I can see it in your face. As it ends, my life begins. I m staying bent. A blind man s dream, our final scene. I m on my way, take me there faster. So hop on, I m going on my ego trip. No more fucking commitment. He s got a Lexus, that s quite impressive. I look away but then the stains of yesterday cloud my mind and I say: I m sorry for living for that perfect feeling. I m fine, so sublime and dry-eyed.
My bent life.