empty from AMBR|RDNA by RDNA

I’ll write you a story and when it’s gone we can all fold our hands and say goodbye the little it mattered anyway I knew you were watching and that’s why I asked. I think the next morning might be better but it’s not and it wears me so thin the next day on top of the next on top of the next the days are all piling up around us colors and textures feel like nothing I could pause for a minute or a week in the sun and then we’d all get better run away together it would be lovely and it could be summer. you started calling yesterday and I couldn’t but for the life of me piece together why I was so bothered that it wasn’t tomorrow an odd two day difference and the panic sets in all around us. the stories we tell ourselves to be better to be different to be two days and a moon lit evening by a lake where it’s sunny and we never want to die. lying together. maybe tomorrow will be different. I can try again then and I’ll try again the next tomorrow when everything fails like it always does say goodbye and fold your hands it’s perfect here in her misery the anger is so commonly comforting. I love her hatred.

She was empty on the outside
He was empty on the inside
Together they could be empty on all sides
Together they could be empty
What’s your role in this
I love her hate

pouring out from the inside out and the upside down and no I don’t want to listen to the next steps and the reasons you are the way you are and the reasons nothing matters anyway nothing matters anyway fold your hands shut up don’t get up until I tell you to. it’s over it’s finished you’re empty I miss being happy. the pipes are too full we’re overflowing shit’s creek gushing manholes 100 feet up in the air can you jump that high can you push down that hard on the things inside you that are stewing. can you say goodnight. I love her hatred.

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