Slumdog Scungillionaire

Bundled in a decorative blanket

Waiting for the heat to come on again

Dancing on the line from frozen to seventy-two degrees

Snow looks nice in yellow light

Peace and quiet

Keep still as you can

Rats in the alleyway

Salt marking up the floor

Lights gone out

Back of the house Couldn't wait for one more day now

What if it breaks?

I'm clumsy and can't handle anything Tall always rests between my legs It's the softest sound Like I'm built to fall apart 'fore I hit the ground now

Self-inflicted, I don't see the difference Between self-harm and incompetence

Head hung low

Slept in my clothes I'll fix the lights

Just give it time I'll delay as long as I can 'til the house goes dark Let the pressure ring in my ears like a smoke alarm

What does it feel like

Coming home proud of a job well done?

No, something's not right There's no satisfaction in it

God, it's gross

It's gross -Seven Z's, it's time -I used to relax, but it doesn't feel good -anymore -Can't seem to sleep

I used to relax, but it doesn't feel good anymore

Take a swallow

Staring at my empire made plastic and dry Why would my father still love me?

I'm useless as his son He can't come back for the pain it was scarring I punish that for being able to breathe Calm hands Burns breathe I still hate to show you how I can never be happy if they knew you I'm fucking disgusting, you are a useless coward Don't call the paramedics

I'll kill till you feel it I'll find a way to help you escape

Headache in the early morning

A cigarette and two Excedrin

Brushing off the steps to watch the birds and take a seat

Bright outside

Melts off the ice

Brush my teeth

Replace the light