repetition is what i do best

everything is so obscure, faint and pointless

this twin size bed feels so empty with only one person

i feel this cold but just ignore it

the same way i ignore my hunger

we all know its there

but pretend not to notice

every kiss you give me

is just another slap in the face

another memory i can never erase.

this is just on big lifetime race

to see whos the first to be a disgrace

who will be the first to give in

not even making it to the end

will it be jenny 

who had one bottle too many

or will it be fred, who gave himself a shot through the head.

was it the soon to be groom

deciding never to leave his room

or the soon to be bride

who went for one lethal ride

was it the expectant mother

with the upset significant other

or the expectant dad

who one night got a little too mad.