cramped sides and quarters
led to denial and costly borders
sand and mountains weren’t enough
to keep you out of this spacial game where the goal is to gather stuff and stuff it in stuff until there is no more stuff and you climb inside the hole we prepared when love was lost and you just stared up the aisles and down my throat waiting to choke the friends we poke when we want to think we’re being cute
i couldn’t care anymore about the friendships that bore a lost hope life listless and with a whore
its close and threatening our ground game
i marched towards your house
turned around and realized there wasn’t enough room
the desert should have the answers
three friends and days will watch me
find something new to complain about
and be hung for