The food that I’m eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know I’m alone now
I know what it tastes like
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones!
Like you might make a dollar
I’m inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
You’re talking to her now
You’ve eaten something minty
And you’re making that face that I like
When you’re going in for the kill kill
For the killer kiss kiss for the kiss kiss
I need your money
It’ll help me, I need your car and I need your love
I need your money
It’ll help me, I need your car and I need your love
So won’t you help a brother out
Won’t you help a brother out
Won’t you help a brother out out out out out
Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar
So won’t you help a brother out
Won’t you help a brother out?
Won’t you help a brother out out out out out
Just break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
There might be some good ones
There might be some good ones
You might make a dollar
You might make a dollar
There might be some good ones
There might be some good ones
My mom and my dad have been divorced since I was one. My mom got remarried when I was six, and I have known my stepdad since I was three. I have two other younger sisters too. We are all very close, and for the most part, we get along like any other family. My mom and “dad” occasionally fight, but just like any other married couple. Occasionally, they would have big fights. Tonight, on mother’s day, they had a big fight. When this happens my mom usually takes her car and drives a little far. She always come back after she has calmed down. But this particular night, I followed her secretly up the road to a church. I am now sitting in the cemetery besides the church, watching her car, crying and praying. “And it breaks me to pieces.” Regina let’s me know for sure that it will all be okay. “You’ll come back when it’s over.” Thanks for being here Regi, for everything.