I'm a loser baby,
because I would much rather
be alone, at home, by myself
with some knee-high brown socks
than near the orange gurgle
that could, most definitely,
be our relationship
I have too many expectancies
too many, hopes and, dreams
and filled with prospects
that maybe I can live
and, be a part, of
something more
we'll walk in my socks
and not, care who's, who
I'll be the world for you.
♥
I wish I was born in a flat in England where the cigarettes are a sexual slur and where it doesn't matter if I have coattails.
So Why don't you kill me?
